jueves, 7 de septiembre de 2017

Sylvia Plath

Canción de amor de la chica loca 

Cierro los ojos y el mundo entero se muere,
los abro y nace todo otra vez.
(Creo que te inventé en mi cabeza).

Las estrellas, de rojo y azul, salen a bailar un vals
y entra la negrura al galope porque sí:
cierro los ojos y el mundo entero se muere.

Soñé que me hechizabas y me llevabas a la cama
que me cantabas y me besabas como un demente
(creo que te inventé en mi cabeza).
Dios se cae del cielo, se consume el fuego del infierno:
Huyen serafines y hombres de Satanás:
Cierro los ojos y el mundo entero se muere.

Me imaginé que ibas a volver como dijiste,
pero envejezco y me olvido de tu nombre.
(Creo que te inventé en mi cabeza).

Debí haber amado a un Thunderbird, no a vos,
por lo menos vuelven rugiendo en primavera.
Cierro los ojos y el mundo entero se muere.

(Creo que te inventé en mi cabeza).









 Sylvia Plath (Oct 27, 1932–Feb 11, 1963), American poet, novelist, short story writer. She is credited with advancing the genre of confessional poetry and is best known for her two published collections, The Colossus and Other Poems and Ariel. In 1982, she won a Pulitzer Prize posthumously, for The Collected Poems. She also wrote The Bell Jar, a semi-autobiographical novel published shortly before her death. She married poet Ted Hughes in 1956 and they had two children, Frieda and Nicholas.:

 

 

 

Mad Girl's Love Song

"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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