Explore "My Heart, being Hungry" by Edna St. Vincent Millay on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
My heart, being hungry, feeds on food / The fat of heart despise.
Beauty where beauty never stood, / And sweet where no sweet lies
I gather to my querulous need, / Having a growing heart to feed.
It may be, when my heart is dull, / Having attained its girth,
I shall not find so beautiful / The meagre shapes of earth,
Nor linger in the rain to mark / The smell of tansy through the dark.