poet Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay

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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.

Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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  • Steve HowardSteve Howard (5/5/2018 11:07:00 PM)

    The eager search, the insatiable longing. Desire, restlessness.
    These are more important than the mundane.

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  • Colleen Courtney (5/17/2014 9:04:00 AM)

    Have to agree. So much said in such a short write. Nice.

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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.

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