Mad Girl's Love Song
By Silvia 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.)"
There is really something about Sylvia Plath that I cannot ignore...perhaps it's her remarkable similarity (in appearance) to my own mother, Carolyn, who also suffered from mental illness in her early years (she now suffers from severe hydrocephalus). Perhaps it's the disturbing parallels to my own points of view which are enchanting me - and frightening me at the same time.
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