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“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. --from "Insomniac", written April 1961”

Quote by Sylvia Plath

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The Collected Poems

This book encompasses a wide range of poetic works, showcasing the author's diverse styles and themes throughout their career. more

Author

Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath

American poet, novelist, and playwright. Her works are known for their profound emotion and unique style, and she is considered one of the most important female writers of the 20th century. more

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“- За гроші, Маркусе, можна купити будь-які почуття, крім справжніх. Гроші можуть створити ілюзію, наче ти щпсливий, хоча насправді це не так, наче тебе люблять, хоча насправді ніхто тебе не любить. За гроші можна купити дім, але не спокій у себе вдома.”