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.)"
— Sylvia Plath, “Mad Girl’s Love Song”
--- Image Elizabeth Gadd
Both lifted at Liquid Night
2 comments:
Mmmmm.... this has been going around on Tumblr. I like the image you've posted with it. I have a soft side for Sylvia. It's taken me years to forgive Ted Hughes his philandering (a common 'discussion' Soub and I have) ways. Soub has pointed out, rightly so, that Sylvia was not much better. A crazy love ... what more can a man want ??? other than survival, of course.
xxx
Hi Red! She gives me lovelovelovelove crazy love.
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