Mad Girl's Love Song - Sylvia Plath

Poetry never ceases to amaze me - how a handful of lines can hold a whole world of emotions. The poem below is one such example.

Sylvia Plath is Queen of Pain. In the poem below, the pain of betrayal is juxtaposed with the speaker's anger in such palpable yet beautiful imagery. Indeed, love is bittersweet. I've always found myself able to relate to Ms. Plath's works, and this one is no exception.

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.)"