Sunday, February 23, 2020

Feast

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

I drank at every vine.
   The last was like the first
I came upon no wine
   So wonderful as thirst.
I gnawed at every root.
   I ate of every plant.
I came upon no fruit
   So wonderful as want.
Feed the grape and the bean
   To the vintner and the monger;
I will lie down lean
   With my thirst and my hunger.

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