A deeply romantic, brooding poem by Sylvia Plath. . .
Though it is written from the point of view of a girl, I feel it is equally applicable to anyone that experienced unrequited Love...!!...
Sometimes, we 'imagine' so much about sweet LOVE, but Reality turns out to be bitter...
We imagine a loving world, but then see that it is only governed by insensitivity, & what we purr-ceived to be Love, is only Conditional & superficial, and more of a business of calculations, profits & losses...!! :'(
Hmmm...read/feel on...!!
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.)
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(Please!) Keep L(i/o)VinG...!
Love,
The boy in "rags"
Planet (H)Eart(H)
Though it is written from the point of view of a girl, I feel it is equally applicable to anyone that experienced unrequited Love...!!...
Sometimes, we 'imagine' so much about sweet LOVE, but Reality turns out to be bitter...
We imagine a loving world, but then see that it is only governed by insensitivity, & what we purr-ceived to be Love, is only Conditional & superficial, and more of a business of calculations, profits & losses...!! :'(
Hmmm...read/feel on...!!
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.)
=== o === o === 0 === o ==== o ==== o === o === o === 0 === o ==== o ====
(Please!) Keep L(i/o)VinG...!
Love,
The boy in "rags"
Planet (H)Eart(H)
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