Blueblack, bonewhite light

Wednesday, 19 November, 2014


“The night sky is only a sort of carbon paper,
Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars
Letting in the light, peephole after peephole —
A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things.”

Sylvia Plath

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