Edna St. Vincent Millay (22 February 1892 – 19 October 1950 / Rockland / Maine / United States)
Poems by Edna St. Vincent Millay : 32 / 165
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.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003
Poems by Edna St. Vincent Millay : 32 / 165
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wooowww...! itz really an awesome poetry though it carry small stanzas of just 3..!
The stanzas tell us briefly but forcefully about hunger and thirst of poor Americans at the beginning of twentieth century. The poet doesn't say that she is hungry and thirst. She tells it in an indirect way making it most interesting. The same idea was told long ago in England by William Blake directly in this way:
Is this a holy thing to see
In a rich and fruitful land
Babies reduced to misery
Fed with cold and usurous hand.