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.

by Amy Lowell

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Comments (4)

nice to stay in any one's heart.
Beautiful presentation...
The metaphorical value of this poem is priceless as it bends in its own circle of sorrow and very emphatic in the end. Keep writing but avoid certain errors like (he) in the middle of it must be you..I think. Regards, arya
Very hard hitting my friend- misery is tough to leave cast aside.