Tuesday, May 29, 2007


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


Elliot said...

Very interesting!

[mentally theorizing]

Anactoria said...

It may have come to me whilst I was reflecting upon the monastic life. ;)