Saturday, April 08, 2006

National Poetry Month continues

My second poem for the month is Sylvia Plath's "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.)"


I have no idea where I first read this poem, probably somewhere on the internet, but I love the first stanza of this poem. I've been searching off and on for a couple of years, trying to find a collection of her poems with this one in it, but so far, no joy. So, if anyone of you knows where to find it, I'd love to hear from you.

1 comment:

Cathi said...

OMG this is one of my all time favorite poems. I don't know if it's in any of her anthologies, but it's typically found in The Bell Jar, in an afterword section that talks about her life (at least that is where I first read it- I don't know what the current printing of it is like).