Love
Feast
From The Harp-Weaver and Other Poems (1923)
Love
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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MLA
Millay, Edna St. Vincent. “Feast.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/millay/95/.
Chicago
Millay, Edna St. Vincent. “Feast.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/millay/95/.
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