"Darling, all night
I have been flickering, off, on, off, on.
The sheets grow heavy as a lecher's kiss.


Three days. Three nights.
Lemon water, chicken
Water, water make me retch.


I am too pure for you or anyone.
Your body
Hurts me as the world hurts God. I am a lantern ----


My head a moon
Of Japanese paper, my gold beaten skin
Infinitely delicate and infinitely expensive.


Does not my heat astound you. And my light.
All by myself I am a huge camellia
Glowing and coming and going, flush on flush.


I think I am going up,
I think I may rise ----"

I have been inside watching the rain and bad tv for most of the weekend, with a cold that began on Friday 13th... coupled with a few other things, this has led me to act a little more irrationally than usual.  Listening to Laura Marling on repeat can only be adding to my state of delirium.

It's Monday tomorrow and back to normality, so let's hope it passes by then.

image via Bardot Witches?  Extract from Fever 103 by Sylvia Plath

words by Sylvia Plath, via Ink Stains and Bruises, image via Tumblr

Ophelia

Ope not thy lips, thou foolish one,

Nor turn to me thy face;

The blasts of heaven shall strike thee down

Ere I will give thee grace.

Take thou thy shadow from my path,

Nor turn to me and pray;

The wild wild winds thy dirge may sing

Ere I will bid thee stay.

Turn thou away thy false dark eyes,

Nor gaze upon my face;

Great love I bore thee: now great hate

Sits grimly in its place.

All changes pass me like a dream,

I neither sing nor pray;

And thou art like the poisonous tree

That stole my life away.

'Love & Hate' by Elizabeth Siddal

image: 'Ophelia' by Rossetti

poem via Elisabeth Siddal.com, image via Wikipedia