Anticipation
I have been temperate always, But I am like to be very drunk With your coming. There have been times I feared to walk down the street Lest I should reel with the wine of you, And jerk against my neighbours As they go by. I am parched now, and my tongue is horrible in my mouth, But my brain is noisy With the clash and gurgle of filling wine-cups.
Amy Lowell’s other poems:
- The Fool Errant
- The Cyclists
- The Paper Windmill
- Francis II, King of Naples
- To Elizabeth Ward Perkins
Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):
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