Treasure Island

Edna St. Vincent Millay

(22 February 1892 – 19 October 1950 / Rockland / Maine / United States)

Feast


I drank at every vine.
The last was like the first.
I came upon no wine
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  • Vishnu Vimal (12/23/2011 4:06:00 AM)

    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. (Report) Reply

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