Sylvia Plath says:

sylvia plath

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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Sylvia Plath says:

sylvia plath

” Life was not to be sitting in
hot amorphic leisure in my backyard
idly writing or not writing,
…. as the spirit moved me.

 It was, instead, running madly,
in a crowded schedule,
in a squirrel cage of busy people.

Working, living, dancing, dreaming, talking, kissing- singing, laughing, learning.”  

Sylvia Plath says:

plath“I may never be happy, but tonight I am content. Nothing more than an empty house, the warm hazy weariness from a day spent setting strawberry runners in the sun, a glass of cool sweet milk, and a shallow dish of blueberries bathed in cream. When one is so tired at the end of a day one must sleep, and at the next dawn there are more strawberry runners to set, and so one goes on living, near the earth. At times like this I’d call myself a fool to ask for more…”