I had been hungry all the years-
My noon had come, to dine-
I, trembling, drew the table near
And touched the curious wine.
'T was this on tables I had seen
When turning, hungry, lone,
I looked in windows, for the wealth
I could not hope to own.
I did not know the ample bread,
'T was so unlike the crumb
The birds and I had often shared
In Nature's dining-room.
The plenty hurt me, 't was so new,--
Myself felt ill and odd,
As berry of a mountain bush
Transplanted to the road.
Nor was I hungry; so I found
That hunger was a way
Of persons outside windows,
The entering takes away.
Poem lyrics of I Had Been Hungry All The Years by Emily Dickinson
kepada sesiapa yg dah baca Curious Wine... ehehhee best tak citer tu? Kepada yg belum baca, kalau jumpa buku tu sila lah baca...best giler...
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