Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

With Flowers (If recollecting were forgetting)

If recollecting were forgetting,
  Then I remember not;
And if forgetting, recollecting,
  How near I had forgot!
And if to miss were merry,
  And if to mourn were gay,
How very blithe the fingers
  That gathered these to-day!

1. Reticence
2. The Farthest Thunder That I Heard
3. The Lost Thought
4. Upon the Gallows Hung a Wretch
5. On the Tleakness of My Lot

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