Knows How to Forget!, par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Knows How to Forget!

433

Knows how to forget!

But could It teach it?

Easiest of Arts, they say

When one learn how

Dull Hearts have died

In the Acquisition

Sacrificed for Science

Is common, though, now—

I went to School

But was not wiser

Globe did not teach it

Nor Logarithm Show

“How to forget”!

Say—some—Philosopher!

Ah, to be erudite

Enough to know!

Is it in a Book?

So, I could buy it—

Is it like a Planet?

Telescopes would know—

If it be invention

It must have a Patent.

Rabbi of the Wise Book

Don’t you know?

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