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. Renascence
2. Second Fig
3. Memorial to D.C.
4. To S. M.
5. Whereas At Morning In A Jeweled Crown

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