#Mad Girl's Love Song

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She struck me as having a very exceptional quality of mind – both imaginative and controlled, both lucid and intense.

Newton Arvin, quoted in ‘Mad Girl’s Love Song: Sylvia Plath and Life Before Ted’ 

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Mad Girl's Love Song, Sylvia Plath

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I’m Carmen..

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I wish you’d kiss me quite insane.

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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.)

"Mad Girl’s Love Song" by Sylvia Plath

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Mad Girl's Love Song

By Sylvia Plath

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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

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[derangedrhythms]

[…] he also classified her as a demon, a devil, a fiend, a spirit and a sorceress, descriptions that actually capture her strange essence.

Andrew Wilson, from ‘Mad Girl’s Love Song: Sylvia Plath and Life Before Ted’ (a letter from Dick Norton to Sylvia Plath, 4th January 1952)

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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.)"

Read it here | Reblog for a larger sample size!

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“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.”

― Sylvia Plath, from Mad Girl's Love Song

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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.)

[marydarkblacknoir]

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, Mad Girl's Love Song

[contremineur]

(I think I made you up inside my head.)

Sylvia Plath, refrain and final line to Mad girl's love song (1953)

[Plath] wrote this poem as a third-year undergraduate at Smith College and described it as being one of her favourite poems that she had written. However, the poem was never republished or found in any of Plath's later collections during her lifetime.

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