My heart, being hungry, feeds on food
The fat of heart despise.
Beauty where beauty never stood,
And sweet where no sweet lies.
I gather to my querulous need,
Having a hungry heart to feed.

It may be, when my heart is dull,
Having achieved its girth,
I will not find so beautiful
The meagre shapes of earth,
Nor linger in the rain to mark
The smell of tansy in the dark.
     - Edna St. Vincent Millay

 When my very young life was interrupted by tragedy, grief, and loneliness, I soon learned that there were places I could go in my mind, where I could build castles and tell stories. Those castles have only grown more beautiful with age. They color my perception of the world. ....... When I was in 7th grade I discovered this poem and related so strongly that I memorized it, determined to keep it with me always.  It's still with me, still feeds me. Thank you, Edna. Life is good.