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"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
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Tatianna Rei Moonshadow (7/19/2008 9:19:00 PM)
Today I finished reading the Bell Jar as an assignment for my feminist literature course, and I decided to look this poem up, remembering that it has always been one of my favorites. After reading it nearly ten times in the last hour, I love it more than I did even when it was something fresh and new to me. I value and admire this one work of Sylvia's more than I value any other poet's work, more than my own, more than anyone else's collectively. She was a wonderful, brilliant, talented woman. |
Libby A (4/24/2008 11:21:00 PM)
Like Casey, I've just started exploring Sylvia's poetry, and I have to agree; it's amazing. This and Metaphors are probably my favourite poems of hers that I've read so far.
I love this because it really speaks to me, and it's just such a wonderful piece of writing. |
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