"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 read this in a recent post ( one from my friend), though the rest of the poem didn’t much appeal to my perhaps because of its not such good usage of words, or whatever, still the beginning haunts. Its such a romantic vision, I close my eyes and the whole world drops dead, and when I open it is re-born again. I wish I could do it. In a minute you are out of it, and another you are back. It would have been such a make shift and wonderfull arrangement, especially for people like me, who are still confused about whether to be a part of this world(society) or not. Perhaps I wanna continue this poem, anyways let me try…
I feel the numbness of being alone
Alone in a paradise, I make up in my head
I feel I am everything
I should not be
I am the lover
I am the loved
I am the woman
And the man
I feel
I love myself and the my world
I open my eyes
Everything drops dead…
I know it isnt great, but then it sounds good. It good and wonderfull to be alone.
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I read this in a recent post ( one from my friend), though the rest of the poem didn’t much appeal to my perhaps because of its not such good usage of words, or whatever
sylvia plath, uses words wonderfully, thank you.
I imagine you in your new fauna of urban stimuli.
And although I dont convince myself of a concept I acquiesce to,
precisely that of roots having to do it with writing, yet an apprehension remains to be attended to,
do not lack in experience.
hey didn't much understand your comment could you please elaborate.
hey didn't much understand your comment could you please elaborate.
thanks for sharing....
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