sculptor

• bir sylvia plath şiiri..
  
  for leonard baskin
  
  to his house the bodiless
  come to barter endlessly
  vision, wisdom, for bodies
  palpable as his, and weighty.
  
  hands moving move priestlier
  than priest's hands, invoke no vain
  images of light and air
  but sure stations in bronze, wood, stone.
  
  obdurate, in dense-grained wood,
  a bald angel blocks and shapes
  the flimsy light; arms folded
  watches his cumbrous world eclipse
  
  inane worlds of wind and cloud.
  bronze dead dominate the floor,
  resistive, ruddy-bodied,
  dwarfing us. our bodies flicker
  
  toward extinction in those eyes
  which, without him, were beggared
  of place, time, and their bodies.
  emulous spirits make discord,
  
  try entry, enter nightmares
  until his chisel bequeaths
  them life livelier than ours,
  a solider repose than death's.