Some people, <br />no matter what you give them, <br />still want the moon. <br /> <br />The bread, <br />the salt, <br />white meat and dark, <br />still hungry. <br /> <br />The marriage bed <br />and the cradle, <br />still empty arms. <br /> <br />You give them land, <br />their own earth under their feet, <br />still they take to the roads <br /> <br />And water: dig them the deepest well, <br />still it’s not deep enough <br />to drink the moon from.<br /><br />Denise Levertov<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/adam-s-complaint/
