N.B. I dont generally like poetry, but I loved this one.
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
3 comments:
I commend your behavior :) Eid days solitude was fruitful, lady! No withdrawal symtoms, now!
This was posted by mistake here :) it was meant for the previous post :) please censor it
No I actually like it here too.. because this post is showing some withdrawal in the form of denial.
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