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Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Feast

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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