Fever 103-Sylvia Plath

[00:06.282] Pure? What does it mean? [00:09.100] The tongues of hell [00:10.295] Are dull, dull as the triple [00:12.977] Tongues of dull, fat Cerberus [00:15.467] Who wheezes at the gate. Incapable [00:18.510] Of licking clean [00:20.056] The aguey tendon, the sin, the sin. [00:25.094] Oh, auto-da-fé! [00:27.381] The purple men, gold-crusted, thick with spleen [00:31.743] Sit with their hooks and crooks and stoke the light [00:36.030] The tinder cries. [00:38.478] The indelible smell [00:40.291] Of a snuffed candle! [00:42.632] Love, love, the low smokes roll [00:46.014] From me like Isadora’s scarves, I’m in a fright [00:49.879] One scarf will catch and anchor in the wheel, [00:54.044] Such yellow sullen smokes [00:55.957] Make their own element. They will not rise, [00:59.624] But trundle round the globe [01:01.715] Choking the aged and the meek, [01:03.995] The weak [01:04.701] Hothouse baby in its crib, [01:07.374] The ghastly orchid [01:09.179] Hanging its hanging garden in the air, [01:12.215] Devilish leopard! [01:13.766] Radiation turned it white [01:16.066] And killed it in an hour. [01:18.843] Greasing the bodies of adulterers [01:21.214] Like Hiroshima ash and eating in. [01:24.481] The sin. The sin. [01:27.297] Darling, all night [01:28.800] I have been flickering, off, on, off, on. [01:33.433] The sheets grow heavy as a lecher’s kiss. [01:36.415] Three days. Three nights. [01:38.672] Lemon water, chicken [01:40.169] Water, water make me retch. [01:43.629] I am too pure for you or anyone. [01:46.705] Your body [01:47.471] Hurts me as the world hurts God. I am a lantern—— [01:52.749] My head a moon [01:54.090] Of Japanese paper, my gold beaten skin [01:57.907] Infinitely delicate and infinitely expensive. [02:02.855] Does not my heat astound you! And my light! [02:07.205] All by myself I am a huge camellia [02:10.322] Glowing and coming and going, flush on flush. [02:15.234] I think I am going up, [02:17.290] I think I may rise—— [02:19.388] The beads of hot metal fly, and I love, I [02:22.976] Am a pure acetylene [02:24.708] Virgin [02:26.126] Attended by roses, [02:27.674] By kisses, by cherubim, [02:30.558] By whatever these pink things mean! [02:33.156] Not you, nor him [02:35.376] Nor him, nor him [02:37.556] (My selves dissolving, old whore petticoats)—— [02:42.095] To Paradise.