That she forgot me was the least
I felt it second pain
That I was worthy to forget
Was most I thought upon.
Faithful was all that I could boast
But Constancy became
To her, by her innominate,
A something like a shame.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
domingo, 4 de abril de 2010
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