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Tuesday, June 15, 2004
which poem are you?
I'm the Mad Girl's Love Song by Sylvia Plath. I could be mad. On second thought, I most probably am. Why I got a love-sucky poem? I have no idea. Maybe it's an aftermath of all this talk about weddings and anniversaries. Hehe. Well, you guys tell me if this poem is me:

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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3 Comments:

  • At 10:23 PM, Blogger asphaire 許泰莎 said…

    I am sonnet 17 by pablo neruda... i'm a romantic. believe in true love.. Niiiiice. and still loveless. mwehehehehe

     

  • At 10:52 PM, Blogger asphaire 許泰莎 said…

    lol.. foz, it's soooooooo u. especially the beWITCHing part.. oh and the 'drop dead' too.. oh and the 'i think i made you up inside my head' part too.. oh and.. haha sorry.. i was just reminded of that part in dude where's my car: 'and then.. ang den.. ang den.. ang den..'

     

  • At 10:52 AM, Blogger dezphaire said…

    aaaah! sonnet 17! chips and i loooove that poem. actually in the absence of a "themesong" yan ang aming "themeprose" (if i may create a term). hehe.

    can i just say that it's sooo you. you romantic you.

     
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