I am reminded of a Pablo Neruda line from a poem entitled “Tonight I write the saddest lines” whenever I read the following Emily Dickinson poem. Neruda exclaims “Love is so short; forgetting so very long”, a sentiment reiterated by Dickinson. She is playful with her wording; it has an energy and bounce and step that often masks its depth.
When you have done, pray tell me,
That I my thoughts may dim;
Haste! lest while you’re lagging,
I may remember him!