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 bean

To the vintner and monger.

I will lie down lean

With my thirst and my hunger.



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