quote of the day: 1/21/13
“Her lips began to scorch,
That juice was wormwood to her tongue,
She loathed the feast:
Writhing as one possessed she leaped and sung,
Rent all her robe, and wrung
Her hands in lamentable haste,
And beat her breast.
Her locks streamed like the torch
Borne by a racer at full speed,
Or like the mane of horses in their flight,
Or like an eagle when she stems the light
Straight toward the sun,
Or like a caged things freed ,
Or like a flying flag when armies run”.
-From Goblin Market by Christina Rossetti
illustration by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
This is another favorite of mine, that I am always pleased to find anthologized within lit. class textbooks. I love the way Rossetti’s style flows in a way that we commonly see in child-like poetry, but that the content is rather hard-hitting as well. I highly recommend reading this in full, rather than just this quote or excerpt.