"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.)