Author Christopher Darlington Morley And while my visitor prattledI courteously nodded;My eye was fast upon him,My face bright with attention;But inwardly I was saying:“The excellent fellow, why does he tell me all this?What has this to do with me?O Buddha, when will he depart?” Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments