Mad Girls 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
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
Other author posts
Barren Woman
Empty, I echo to the least footfall, Museum without statues, grand with pillars, porticoes, rotundas In my courtyard a fountain leaps and sinks back into itself,
The Jailer
My night sweats grease his breakfast plate The same placard of blue fog is wheeled into With the same trees and headstones Is that all he can come up with,
Old Ladies Home
Sharded in black, like beetles, Frail as antique One breath might shiver to bits, The old women creep out
Poppies In July
Little poppies, little hell flames, Do you do no harm You flicker I cannot touch you
