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Some people, no matter what you give them,still want the moon.
The bread, the salt, white meat and dark,still hungry.
The marriage bed and the cradle,still empty arms.
You give them land, their own earth under their feet,still they take to the
And water: dig them the deepest well, still it’s not deep enoughto drink the moon from.
Denise Levertov
Priscilla Denise Levertov (24 October 1923 – 20 December 1997) was an American poet. She was a recipient of the Lannan Literary Award for Poetry
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