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My hunger,
Anne,
Anne, flee on your donkey
If I have any taste, it s for hardly anything but earth and stones

I drink the gall of skies in autumn, tuberoses' Sweet bitterness in your betrayals burning stream;
I drink the gall of nights, of crowded parties' noises,
Of sobbing virgin verse, and of a throbbing dream
We fiends of studious fight...