Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Neurotic Poet: "Sylvia Plath"

"Soliloquy of the Solipsist"

I walk alone;
The midnight street
Spins itself from under my feet;
When my eyes shut
These dreaming houses all snuff out;
Through a whim of mine
Over gables the moon's celestial onion
Hangs high.
Make houses shrink
And trees diminish
By going far; my look's leash
Dangles the puppet-people
Who, unaware how they dwindle,
Laugh, kiss, get drunk,
Nor guess that if I choose to blink
They die.
When in good humor,
Give grass its green
Blazon sky blue, and endow the sun
With gold;
Yet, in my wintriest moods, I hold
Absolute power
To boycott any color and forbid any flower
To be.
Know you appear
Vivid at my side,
Denying you sprang out of my head,
Claiming you feel
Love fiery enough to prove flesh real,
Though it's quite clear
All your beauty, all your wit, is a gift, my dear,
From me.

7 smoke wisps:

Shamanth said...

as you rightly said... simply brilliant!!

I love it!

Anonymous said...

Much luck for the exams.

DPhatsez said...


Meghana Naidu said...

@shamanth, this poem is the 'high bar' i dont think i can find anything that betters this, for now atleast. ;)

@orange: thank you, the last two were quite stupendous :D

@DP: indeed to the poem, my choosing to reproduce it or my exams?? :P

Merin Mandanna said...

LOVED the last few lines!

Meghana Naidu said...

merin: "All your beauty, all your wit, is a gift, my dear,
From me. "

such absolute genius.

Julietdiadem said...

Brownie points for the homage to les kookies

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