Driving in Virginia at this time of year the grasses blow in the wind making wave like patterns. Seeing the outlines of clouds dancing across the Blue Ridge geography I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be the scooting shadows. But then I start looking at--new to me--clays in North Carolina and miles and miles of possibilities open in my imagination.
I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow, the million moving shapes and cul-de-sacs of shadow. There was shadow in bureau drawers and closets and suitcases, and shadow under houses and trees and stones, and shadow at the back of people's eyes and smiles, and shadow, miles and miles and miles of it, on the night side of the earth.
-- Sylvia Plath, from The Bell Jar (Harper & Row)
I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow, the million moving shapes and cul-de-sacs of shadow. There was shadow in bureau drawers and closets and suitcases, and shadow under houses and trees and stones, and shadow at the back of people's eyes and smiles, and shadow, miles and miles and miles of it, on the night side of the earth.-- Sylvia Plath, from The Bell Jar (Harper & Row)
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