Wednesday, November 02, 2005

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.)"

By Sylvia Plath

A gift from mizfit.

3 comments:

L>T said...

Oh yes, Slyvia Plath. I just got done reading 'Letters Home'. I think I understand her better now. I think most senitive women can identify w/ her at some time in their life.
Ugly girl, you are moving so fast I can hardly keep up.

L>T said...

P.S. sensitive not senitive.
I mean you write alot. You must have an active mind.

mizfit said...

we both r such escapists. we look for adifferent world of authors and poets to dream, to verbalise what we feel and think abt. aren't v both looking for an unreal world in a real world? i know i am.