Friday, January 3, 2003

Insomniac Comments

Rating: 4.3

The night 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.
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Sylvia Plath
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Claire Espanya 20 October 2008

i like this poem... :)

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tearsofblood13 ♥ you! 06 September 2007

That's funny, I almost laughed out loud! (in reference to the comment made by Meghan Void, NOT the poem) . The poem, though, truly is simply gorgeous...

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Meghan Void 18 May 2007

This poem makes me want to stroke the screen and tell it how pretty it is over and over again.

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Sylvia Plath

Sylvia Plath

Jamaica Plain, Massachusetts
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