Ocupation: Poet
Life: October 27, 1932 - February 11, 1963
Birthday: October 27
Death: February 11
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.
source: Sylvia Plath (2015). “Collected Poems”, p.144, Faber & Faber
topic: Stars, Night, Light, Peepholes