She would sit by herself in the middle of the old stoe amphitheatre, with the sky's starry vault overhead, and simply listen to the great silence around her.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Another world is not only possible, she is on her way. On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing.
It would be amazing to play Sylvia Plath. She was so dark, and what came out of her writing was troubled and fierce. The dimensions, levels, layers and levels would be incredible to take on.
I want to speak directly with a star, not her stylist.
In the night of death, hope sees a star, and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing.
To hike out alone in the desert; to sleep on the valley floor on a night with no moon, in the pitch black, just listening to the boom of silence: you can't imagine what that's like.
There are few places you can find silence. Air travel could be the last fortress of solitude.
The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fields with light. The airs that hover in the summer sky Are all asleep tonight.
Earth took her shining station as a star, In Heaven's dark hall, high up the crowd of worlds.
It is extraordinary to see the sea; what a spectacle! She is so unfettered that one wonders whether it is possible that she again become calm.
The curtains would open and it would be just her standing in some ludicrous pose, like Aphrodite.