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 the bean
To the vintner and the monger;
I will lie down lean
With my thirst and my hunger.

~Edna St. Vincent Millay