"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.)"
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This is seriously my favourite poem ever... every time I read it I just go WOW all over again
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this is my favorite poem in the whole world...i can relate perfectly, as im sure so many people can. i just find it fascinating and real...and yet there is so much that is clearly fantasy.
for my final project in my American Sign Language class i interpreted this poem, and it was such a challenge, but it made me closer and closer to the words each time i recited it. its magical...
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I think I made you up inside my head isn't that where love begins? We create that perfect someone long before we have met them...In reality no one comes close to the fantasy we promised ourselves. There is no fairy tale, happily ever after ending.
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her 'demon lover' returns here. 'bewitching her to bed.' interesting, what some would call reprobate.
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i like it, wow, orginal.
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ohhh Plath is just so utterly fantastic. She has a way with words that I can only dream of.
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never been my cup of tea. I can appreciate certain lines, but this kind of hits as adolescent to me. Maybe it's because so many adolescents ape this poem. It's ok. I don't think of it as a great piece, kind of rote. The fifth stanza is the best in my opinion. The rest has too many hanging meanings- a thunderbird returns, kiss me quite insane, Satan's men, blue and red, waltzing out, galloping in- nothing seems finished- the ideas feel stunted in my opinion
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This is really great...It makes me think of the kind of crush you get for someone you don't really know, but yet the more you imagine what they might be like, the more you fall for them, and although you never get close to them, you forget sometimes that your not..Or maybe thats just me being a wierdo. But eitherway , great job
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Sweet
Its sweet and kind of scary but i really liked it -
Powerful, poignant write. Plath states so much about fantasies and dreams. Wanting something out of reach, to perfect to be imagined. A gorgeous piece of writing.
"(I think I made you up inside my head.)"
That line embodies the essence of the poem and a persons desire to be loved and wanted, if only in their dreams.
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