Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей)

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.

1. Assault
2. Inland
3. To S. M.
4. Tavern
5. Grown-up

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