I drank at every vine…

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“Feast” by Edna St. Vincent Millay 
 

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. 
I’ve always been a fan of Millay – a fascinating individual, I highly recommend her biography by Nancy Milford. She had a real thirst for life and didn’t let the boundaries of her time slow her down. Also a brilliant mind!

My candle burns at both ends 
It will not last the night; 
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends - 
It gives a lovely light
~Edna St. Vincent Millay, A Few Figs from Thistles, 1920

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