The night is only a sort of carbon paper,

Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of starsLetting in the light, peephole after peephole —A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things.

黑夜不过是一张复写纸，

蓝黑色，星星的句点将它戳出无数小孔。光从一个又一个窥孔透进来——那光惨白如骨，像死亡一样，隐于万物背后。

西尔维娅·普拉斯《失眠》