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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