"They fed their hearts on fantasies
And their hearts have become savage"
George Oppen, I think; a bastardization of Yeats's:
"We had fed the heart on fantasies,
The heart's grown brutal from the fare;
More Substance in our enmities
Than in our love; O honey-bees,
Come build in the empty house of the stare."
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