Wednesday with Emily

I just love the way Emily Dickinson’s mind worked. How about you?

  # 33

If recollecting were forgetting,

Then I remember not.

And if forgetting, recollecting,

How near I had forgot.

And if to miss, were merry,

And to mourn, were gay,

How blithe the fingers

That gathered this, Today!

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