872 <br /> <br />As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies <br />As the Vulture teased <br />Forces the Broods in lonely Valleys <br />As the Tiger eased <br /> <br />By but a Crumb of Blood, fasts Scarlet <br />Till he meet a Man <br />Dainty adorned with Veins and Tissues <br />And partakes—his Tongue <br /> <br />Cooled by the Morsel for a moment <br />Grows a fiercer thing <br />Till he esteem his Dates and Cocoa <br />A Nutrition mean <br /> <br />I, of a finer Famine <br />Deem my Supper dry <br />For but a Berry of Domingo <br />And a Torrid Eye.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-the-starved-maelstrom-laps-the-navies/
