november graveyard

• sylvia plath'in 1957 yılında yazdığı bir şiir. söz konusu mezarlık şairin gömülü olduğu west yorkshire'daki heptonstall mezarlığıdır. ses kaydı da mevcuttur, kanımca ariel öncesi güçlü imgeleri ve iç sesi bu şiirde kendini iyice belli eder, melodik bir yapıya sahiptir. en kasvetli ayı, en kasvetli yeri anlatır...
  
  the scene stands stubborn: skinflint trees
  hoard last year's leaves, won't mourn, wear sackcloth, or turn
  to elegiac dryads, and dour grass
  guards the hard-hearted emerald of its grassiness
  however the grandiloquent mind may scorn
  such poverty. no dead men's cries
  
  flower forget-me-nots between the stones
  paving this grave ground. here's honest rot
  to unpick the heart, pare bone
  free of the fictive vein. when one stark skeleton
  bulks real, all saints' tongues fall quiet:
  flies watch no resurrections in the sun.
  
  at the essential landscape stare, stare
  till your eyes foist a vision dazzling on the wind:
  whatever lost ghosts flare,
  damned, howling in their shrouds across the moor
  rave on the leash of the starving mind
  which peoples the bare room, the blank, untenanted air.