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Posted: **January 2nd, 2010, 12:00 pm**

<center>Mad Girl's Love Song</center>

"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.)"
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.)"

http://www.angelfire.com/tn/plath/madgirl.html

Posted: **January 2nd, 2010, 12:44 pm**

a banshee wind shrieks
in the high tension lines
it is that kind of longing

to touch the sky
Black clouds
or not

"

Posted: **January 2nd, 2010, 12:55 pm**

<center>Metaphors</center>

I'm a riddle in nine syllables.
An elephant, a ponderous house,
A melon strolling on two tendrils.
O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers!
This loaf's big with its yeasty rising.
Money's new-minted in this fat purse.
I'm a means, a stage, a cow in calf.
I've eaten a bag of green apples,
Boarded the train there's no getting off

http://www.angelfire.com/tn/plath/madgirl.html

"the wind blows cold on the trail of the buffalo"

"and you can die from the cold in the arms of a nightmare
knowing well that your best days are gone" —the west Texas Hemingway

Posted: **January 3rd, 2010, 12:28 am**

I can't help but to say, in a conceited way I s'pose, though I don't think I am, that Mad Girl's Love poem is about me--I mean it must be cause there can't be a girl like me (though you'll show me a dozen or more...sigh). I visited a few of the other poems on the site, liked the mirror one too and saw me at the water's edge. I'm there, a reflection of me. I'm smiling, I'm glad you found these.

Posted: **January 3rd, 2010, 2:06 pm**

I found her in Pittsburgh
1n 1974
She was doing her senior thesis on S.P.
called her a proto-feminist
yeah that's what I am
a proto-feminist
not a male feminist
just a poor old hairless ape unwombman limping along on his Y chromosome which is like having an X chromosome with a wooden leg.

R.F. Met herNear the Carnegie Mellon campus

I was thirty two
she was twenty twenty two
She was my sister myself
The Jewess with the green eyes and raven hair
how I starred and starred into her hair
I counted them one by one
Noticing the occasional red
I know what it is now
to see myself
my body double
my soul mate
wave good bye to her
as I borded Ferlinghetti's train
to that dead end

I have read Mystic
more times than I can remember
Always come away with something new it seems

Once one has seen God, what is the remedy?
Once one has been seized up

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