O might of man & marvellous handicraft,
What great work have ye done, serving the soul,
Both here & in all places of all time,
Now chiefliest serving, now this goodly shape
Stands excellent, a cunning carven beast,
Made to my mind out of well-laboured wood,
Fit for a fair queen’s body to creep in
And hide & suck the liberal juice of joy
Drinking with mere beast’s mouth a god’s delight!
For with the strong drink of salt-tasted love
Shall her desire be saturated & feed
Till it wax faint & glut the belly & womb
At all obscure & delicate orifices,
And at all pores of permeated flesh
Soak itself to the soul with honey-seed,
Sweet stings & pleasurable warm violences
And shoots of fluid flame through the aching blood
And drench of draughts not drunken at the mought.
This say I now by queen Pasiphae,
As whom the sharp goad of an amorous will
Pricks to the bone, biting her flesh with teeth
Immedicable, a wider-waxing wound.
Nor on her dreamless eyelids does the night
Sit peaceable, nor day with staff of gold
Beat off the violent thoughts that vex her brain.
For when man’s heart is hunted of such hounds,
Not with oil rubbed nor any balsam grown
Shall it be salved from seizure of their fangs.
BUt this I bid gods look to; since on earth
There springs no herb for hurts remediable
That can shut up such lips of such a wound.”
-Algernon Charles Swinburne
can’t you just feel how cold that metal thing must have been against her breast?
via: bill henson
I swear there won’t usually be so many posts at once. This is just such a beautiful photo.
I love everything about this picture. Feathers, chairs, walls.
Oh, and the girl.
I know it isn’t exactly traditional, but I’d like to open this new blog with an introduction. Because I’m formal and stuffy in that way.
VictorianErotica, I’d like you to meet the internet.
Internet, I’d like you to meet VictorianErotica.