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
Friday, March 7, 2008
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Alternately titled "the poet's poem."
NY misses you, even when you are away for two days.
shit. you keep posting millay i'm going to have to start writing poems again. i don't even like her that much, she just has that effect.
Smoke it, drink, here comes the flood. Anything to thin the blood.
There is obviously a lot to know about this. I think you made some good points in Features also. Keep working ,great job!
Ich mag Ihre Website. Ausgezeichnete Inhalt. Bitte weiter so tiefe Entsendung cotent.
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