Books and Rain

Sometimes in the blur that is junior year I lose sight of what fulfills me. I begin to lose a sense of what makes me happy. This weekend it rained and so I went into NYC and spent two hours in The Strand. I bought some lovely things, like a book of love poems by Pablo Neruda, a beautiful vintage photo book, documenting the life of Coco Channel, and the Bell Jar. Here is a poem by Sylvia Plath that just blows my mind....posting some pictures of some new purchases later in the week:) 

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.)"