| | "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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6 comments:
You haven't written in a long time! - Ashish Chandra
Oh! I didn't know I had followers :)
I'll update soon
haha!
I stumbled upon your blog somehow. And actually quite liked what you had written..
And then I had not written for a long long time (I am not good at writing, but have always wanted to write!), so I was almost telling myself too that its been a long long time..
And it seems to be the case with you too! So there..
Haha :) Nice to know that there's someone else like me out there.
Just came across your blog. You write well. It's not everyday that you come across someone who's into Shakespeare. :) Blog on!
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