Dagens dikt: Mad girl’s love song av Sylvia Plath

Favorit i repris – jag postade den visst 2010 – men det struntar jag kapitalt i. Jag vet att det är lite klyschigt att ääälska Sylvia Plath, men jag GÖR det. Romanen, dikterna, dagböckerna, breven… exquisite! 

 

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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

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Det kommer att komma mer Plath, var så säker! 😉