Sylvia Plath

One of Plath's early poems.

> Mad Girl's Love Song

> "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.)"
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> This poem is a villanelle.

> See Dylan Thomas's famous villanelle, "Do not go gentle into that good
> night"
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