The shrouded smile Sylvia Plath is reborn to be free she shut her eyes and all the world dropped dead; so she had to make it up inside her head all the lies galloped in she saw the mind go as black as sin and she knew, she said that she was already dead when she shut her eyes all the world dropped dead 'must have just been my eyes filling my head' she thought she opened her eyes and stepped out of bed... would you have me sleep to dream of you? she said this is not true love for unless persuaded by my madness I am alone in my dreams and lost to the living and the dead before I marry a dream I would run from the church and escape a life of sugar-lump sleep and I would keep running for I would rather with lemon sharp eyes wake again even from the wakened state into the formless and what would this mean for us? that you must die to join me in this heaven? we need not die I do not doubt or fear heaven is here one day we will die this I must whisper to my deeper self I forever forget dying because forgetting is itself like dying but to be at One I must love the sky from the freedom of my dust until the shrouded smile of myself fades into the sunrise she thought she thought until she found herself worried about the words then the spell of the sounds broken the half-understood half awake, awoken the cosy cover lifted silence ruled at last before and after and she could be the truth and not the thought a truth we could share forever more such is true love she said Comments are closed.
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