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title: Soliloquy Of The Solipsist
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date: 2015-07-06 07:59:00
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I?
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I walk alone;
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The midnight street
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Spins itself from under my feet;
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When my eyes shut
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These dreaming houses all snuff out;
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Through a whim of mine
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Over gables the moon's celestial onion
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Hangs high.
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I
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Make houses shrink
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And trees diminish
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By going far; my look's leash
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Dangles the puppet-people
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Who, unaware how they dwindle,
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Laugh, kiss, get drunk,
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Nor guess that if I choose to blink
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They die.
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I
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When in good humor,
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Give grass its green
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Blazon sky blue, and endow the sun
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With gold;
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Yet, in my wintriest moods, I hold
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Absolute power
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To boycott any color and forbid any flower
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To be.
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I
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Know you appear
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Vivid at my side,
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Denying you sprang out of my head,
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Claiming you feel
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Love fiery enough to prove flesh real,
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Though it's quite clear
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All you beauty, all your wit, is a gift, my dear,
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From me.
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### Sylvia Plath |