Love

Feast

by Edna St. Vincent Millay 1892–1950

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.

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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