Mad Girl’s Love Song

This week has been shitty at best. The stress, the exhaustion, and the sadness have all become so unbearable — and it’s not even Friday yet. I will keep the details to myself, per usual, which of course leaves me with nothing to write about. Hayayayayay.


Mad Girl’s Love Song
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.)


The poem above — a villanelle — was written by one of my favorite dead ladies Sylvia Plath. The featured image is a photo I found in my media library. Random lang, if randomness even exists.