Ridhi

“Eternity bores me,
I never wanted it.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Collected Poems

“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”
― Sylvia Plath, The Collected Poems

“Although, I admit, I desire,
Occasionally, some backtalk
From the mute sky, I can't honestly complain:
A certain minor light may still
Lean incandescent

Out of kitchen table or chair
As if a celestial burning took
Possession of the most obtuse objects now and then -- ”
― Sylvia Plath, The Collected Poems

“Inhale and hold the evening in your lungs.”
― Sebastian Faulks, Engleby