Anticipation poem


Written on 3:26:00 AM by Oakie Chiraskamin

I have been temperate always,
But I am like to be very drunk
With your coming.
There have been timesI 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.
by Amy Lowell

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