Stay me with flagons,comfort me with applesfor I am sick of love.
Song of Solomon
O Love, be fed with apples while you may,
And feel the sun and go in royal array,
A smiling innocent on the heavenly causeway,
Though in what listening horror for the cry
That soars in outer blackness dismally,
The dumb blind beast, the paranoiac fury:
Be warm, enjoy the season, lift your head,
Exquisite in the pulse of tainted blood,
The shivering glory not to be despised.
Take your delight in momentariness,
Walk between dark and dark - a shining space
With the grave's narrowness, though not its peace.
Robert Graves, 'Sick Love'
Bohumil Stepan: Illustration for Zelena Kobyla (The Green Mare) by Marcel Aymé, Prague, 1966. Via 50 Watts.