February 25, 2013

• Sylvia Plath

  “Mad Girl's Love Song

  I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
  I lift my lids and all is born again.
  (I think I made you up inside my head.)

  The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
  And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
  I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

  I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
  And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
  (I think I made you up inside my head.)

  God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
  Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
  I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

  I fancied you'd return the way you said,
  But I grow old and I forget your name.
  (I think I made you up inside my head.)

  I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
  At least when spring comes they roar back again.
  I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
  (I think I made you up inside my head.)” 
  ― Sylvia Plath

   

   

  This was a poem I loved when I read it in school.  I came across it today, and I didn't want to just let it fade away again.  One of the reasons I read The Bell Jar.  I love Sylvia.

   

  Leah K.

  • 10:59 pm
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