“How do I love loathe thee? Let me count the ways…”
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)
Maili (197x – present possibly 2009)
How do I loathe thee? Let me count the ways.
I loathe thee to the depth and breadth and height
my throat can retch, when feeling out of sight
for the end of thy seemingly endless disgrace.
I loathe thee to the level of each Outlander day’s
quiet desperate need, by this gun and a shining knife.
I loathe thee freely, as mine for the kilted kin thou brought to life;
I loathe thee purely, as mine for that outlandish Jamie Fraser.
I loathe thee with a passion put to use
in my belief for the know-all Claire, to fall into a deep well of razors.
I loathe thee with a spite I seemed to lose
with a lost law to eat peas, – I loathe thee with the breath,
scowls, tears, of all my life! – and, if some rabid fangirls choose,
I shall but loathe thee better after death.
Sorry for being such an immature cow. Yeah, I’m feeling quite cranky after trying to re-read this book this morning for a pending review.
P.S. In case it’s not already clear, this poem is directed at the book, not the author.
I love it!
(directed at the poem not the book)
I’m sorry for your Outlander pain.
But I snorted laughing at the poem, so I guess I’m a teeny bit glad for the pain that inspired it. Just a teeny bit
Seeing you using / channeling your negative energy in this way is…awe inspiring. There’s isn’t (thinking), no there isn’t a book written yet that inspires this much loathing for me (will probably come up with one after I hit “submit comment.”
What Edie said.
Like the others, I’m sorry this caused you so much pain, but I’m highly amused by it. Even your tag “screw outlander” made me laugh.