Other Men

by Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale

When I talk with other men
I always think of you -
Your words are keener than their words,
And they are gentler, too.
When I look at other men,
I wish your face were there,
With its gray eyes and dark skin
And tossed black hair.
When I think of other men,
Dreaming alone by day,
The thought of you like a strong wind
Blows the dreams away.

Last updated January 14, 2019