Poem by 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.

1. MacDougal Street
2. The Fledgling
3. Low-Tide
4. Well, I Have Lost You
5. The Suicide

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