"Mad Girl's Love Song"
Sylvia Plath
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.)