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.)


sylvia plath

bir gün rüyamda bir adam bir koliyi işaret edip "işte türk edebiyatının tüm okunması gereken eserleri, kronolojik olarak sıralı olarak bunun içinde," dedi. dönüp koliye baktım, mutluluğumu size tarif edemiyorum. sonunda biri benim için "okunması gerekenler"i "listelemiş", "sıralamış" ve önüme koymuştu. artık nereden başlayıp nerede durmam gerektiğini görebiliyordum, pusulasız değildim. AH kahpe bilinçaltı! OCD eğilimlerimi böyle can alıcı konularda yüzüme vurmasan olmaz mı!

j

“I’ve a strange feeling with regard to you. As if I had a string, somewhere under my left ribs. Tightly knotted to a similar string in you. And if you were to leave, I’m afraid that cord of communion would snap. And I have a notion that I’d take to bleeding inwardly. As for you, you’d forget me.”