Art thou the thing I wanted? Begone - my Tooth has grown - Supply the minor Palate That has not starved so long - I tell thee while I waited The mystery of Food Increased till I abjured it And dine without Like God - Art thou the thing I wanted? Begone - my Tooth has grown - Affront a minor palate Thou could'st not goad so long - I tell thee while I waited - The mystery of Food Increased till I abjured it Subsisting now like God - | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CLEAR AND COLDER; BOSTON COMMON by ROBERT FROST SORROW SINGERS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: THE CONVENT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE TOMB AT AKR CAAR by EZRA POUND SANTA FE SKETCHES by CARL SANDBURG |