the manor garden

• bir sylvia plath şiiri:
  
  the fountains are dry and the roses over.
  incense of death. your day approaches.
  the pears fatten like little buddhas.
  a blue mist is dragging the lake.
  
  you move through the era of fishes,
  the smug centuries of the pig-
  head, toe and finger
  come clear of the shadow. history
  
  nourishes these broken flutings,
  these crowns of acanthus,
  and the crow settles her garments.
  you inherit white heather, a bee's wing,
  
  two suicides, the family wolves,
  hours of blankness. some hard stars
  already yellow the heavens.
  the spider on its own string
  
  crosses the lake. the worms
  quit their usual habitations.
  the small birds converge, converge
  with their gifts to a difficult borning.
• "mucizevi bir şekilde, "onun doğum günü üzerine şiir" dizisine yedi şiir daha yazıp ekledim ve ondan önceki iki küçük şiiri de, "the manor garden" (malikane bahçesi) ve "the colossus"u renkli ve eğlenceli buluyorum. ama kitabımın taslağı bana cansız geliyor. çok kopuk, çok eski." sylvia plath - the journals of sylvia plath
  
  (bkz: colossus/@ibisile)