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Day 32- 10.18.20

Today, I felt drawn to write a villanelle, one of my favorite classical forms of poetry. This one, below, is my response to Sylvia Plath's poem, "Mad Girl's Love Song," which, in my personal opinion, is one of the few perfect poems in this world. In truth, it's one of the only poems that actually moves me to tears each time I read it.


Tired Girl's Working Song


To make it through you've got to learn to lie,

Or else they'll find your heart and take a munch--

(It's true, they'll work you 'til the day you die.)


The dreams I held have all but gone awry,

I play them over as I eat my lunch;

To make it through you've got to learn to lie.


Caffeine can help, I drink it as I try

To sound intelligent--just not too much.

(It's true, they'll work you 'til the day you die.)


Joy reaches down and smacks me on the eye,

I long to close my fist and send a punch;

To make it through you've got to learn to lie.


Can't drop my guard--they'll crush me with a sigh,

I'm fallen leaves on which their boots will crunch.

(It's true, they'll work you 'til the day you die.)


I fear I'm melting with the years gone by--

Each Monday morn' can feel just like a gun;

To make it through you've got to learn to lie.

(It's true, they'll work you 'til the day you die.)

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