A Tribute To Sylvia Plath

Mad Girl's Love Song

By Sylvia Plath

"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.)"

A war is waging in my head,

as I lay still and pseudo sober,

(I rot alone inside my bed.)

Shadows stir amongst the dead,

blurring shapes take human form, adorned,

a war is waging in my head.

My heart is pulled by tortured thread,

frayed from the strain of ventures, unwilling,

(I rot alone inside my bed.)

The world spins black and flashes red,

like fireworks made from blood and tar.

A war is waging in my head.

I was not the girl you wished to wed,

and solitude has driven me quite insane,

(I rot alone inside my bed.)

How could I choose the dawn instead,

when the dusk invites my sorrow like a friend?

A war is waging in my head,

(I rot alone inside my bed.)