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By sylvia plath Submitted by Caravan of Dreams Date: 2002 Apr 15 Comment on this Work [[2002.04.15.00.29.30697]] |
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A Villanelle Smith College, '54 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 darkness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you betwitched 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.) |