Saturday, April 1, 2006

Walking On The Edge

I was going to write something entitled "Dyslexic Thinking", but since my thought patterns have arranged themselves into something I can't quite put my finger on, well, I guess I'll just let Sylvia Plath speak for me. And oh, she gassed herself to death. ^_^

Besides, I've always liked this poem. ^_^

Mad (Boy's) 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 villanelle - A 19-line poem of fixed form consisting of five tercets and a final quatrain on two rhymes, with the first and third lines of the first tercet repeated alternately as a refrain closing the succeeding stanzas and joined as the final couplet of the quatrain.

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