Poem by Amy Lowell

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.

1. Reaping
2. Frankincense and Myrrh
3. Teatro Bambino. Dublin, N. H.
4. Red Slippers
5. On Carpaccio’s Picture: The Dream of St. Ursula

Oliver Herford Anticipation ("When I grow up I mean to be")

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