#sylvia plath juvenilia
“I lift my lids and all is born again”
Mad Girl’s Love Song
A Villanelle
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, written 1954, The Collected Poems, 1981
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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.) _ “So, it was my first tattoo, and it’s from a Sylvia Plath poem called, ‘Mad Girl’s Love Song.’ I got it for literally no reason other than that I liked that poem, wanted a tattoo, and was going through a very ~ moody, brooding ~ time. I was like, 20.” — @kathrynfiona _ Comment your first tattoo story below. Photo: @beth_s_photo https://ift.tt/2JfG07c
Mad Girl’s Love Song
A Villanelle
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, written 1954, The Collected Poems, 1981
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ADMONITION
If you dissect a bird
To diagram the tongue
You’ll cut the chord
Articulating song.
If you flay a beast
To marvel at the mane
You’ll wreck the rest
From which the fur began.
If you assault a fish
To analyze the fin
Your hands will crush
The generatihg bone.
If you pluck out the heart
To find what makes it move,
You’ll halt the clock
That syncopates our love.
–Sylvia Plath, in: The Collected Poems, Juvenilia 1952-1956, 1981
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