I

I

walk alone the midnight street

Spins itself from under my feet

My eyes shut

These dreaming houses all snuff out

Through a whim of mine

Over gables the moon’s celestial onion hangs high

I

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

I

When in good humour

Give grass its green

Blazon sky blue, and endow the sun with gold

Yet, in my wintriest moods

I hold absolute power

To boycott color and forbid any flower to be

I

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

Sylvia Plath