"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.)