Sara Teasdale

(August 8, 1884 – January 29, 1933 / Missouri / United States)

Oh You Are Coming - Poem by Sara Teasdale

Oh you are coming, coming, coming,
How will hungry Time put by the hours till then? --
But why does it anger my heart to long so
For one man out of the world of men?

Oh I would live in myself only
And build my life lightly and still as a dream --
Are not my thoughts clearer than your thoughts
And colored like stones in a running stream?

Now the slow moon brightens in heaven,
The stars are ready, the night is here --
Oh why must I lose myself to love you,
My dear?


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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