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 worl drops dead.
i fancied you'd return the way you said,
but i grew old and i forgot 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
Monday, August 23, 2010
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