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Sylvia Plath ARIEL Statis in darkness. Then the substanceless blue Pour of tor and distances. God's lioness, How one we grow, Pivot of heels and knees!—The furrow Splits and passes, sister to The brown arc Of the neck I cannot catch, Nigger-eye Berries cast dark Hooks— Black sweet blood mouthfuls, Shadows. Something else Hauls me through air— Thighs, hair; Flakes from my heels. White Godiva, I unpeel— Dead hands, dead stringencies. And now I Foam to wheat, a glitter of seas. The child's cry Melis in the wall. And I ‘Am the arrow, The dew that flies Suicidal, at one with the drive Into the red Eye, the cauldron of morning. * Sairin atimin adh (@n.) KA 54 METIS CEVIRI Ingilizce'den ceviren: Yusuf Eradam ARIEL’ Karanhikta duragan, Sonra kayalardan, uzaklardan ‘Akar maddesiz mavi. Tanninin disi aslam, Nasil bir olduk béyle, Topuklann, dizlcrin mili! — Sabahin izi Yanihir ve geger, tutamadigim Boynun kahverengi Kivrimina benzer, Zenci-gizii gibi Cali dutlan kara Kancalar atar— Agu dolusu kara tat kan, Gélgeler. Baska bir sey Geker beni havaya— Kalcalar, saclar; Topuklanmdan kar taneleri. Beyaz, Tanrica, giyindigim— Cansiz eller, cansiz katt kurallar. Ve ben simdi Bufdaya képiiriiyorum, bir deniz isilusina. GCocugun cits Duvarda criyor. Ve ben Okum, Ben ugan kiragi Kendine kiyast, Sabahin kazam, kizal gize Gé¢me diirtisiiyle bir. NAK: Ariel, faber and faber, Londra 1987, ss. 36-7 ve s. 85. EDGE The woman is perfected. Her dead Body wears the smile of accomplishment, The illusion of a Greek necessity Flows in the scrolls of her toga, Her bare Feet seem to be saying: We have come so far, it is over. Each dead child coiled, a white serpent, One at each little Pitcher of milk, now empty. She has folded Them back into her body as petals Of a rose close when the garden Stiffens and odours bleed From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower. The moon has nothing to be sad about, Staring from her hood of bone. She is used to this sort of thing. Her blacks crackle and drag. uy Biisbiitiin olur kadin. Oli gévdesi Basarinin giilimsemesini tasir, Bir Yunan zorunlugunun yanilsamast Akar durur sanindigi garsafin kivrimlarinda, Ciplak Ayaklan "Buraya kadardi, Bitti,” der gibidir. Cansiz gocuklar, beyaz. bir yilan gibi Kivrilmis yatmaktadir, Aruk bos, kiigiik siit sigclerinde Katlamis geri koymus onlart bedenine Bahge kaskau kesilip Gece gigeginin tath derin bofazlarindan Kokular kanayinca Kapanirken bir giiliin yapraklan. Kemik bashginin alundan dyle bakan Aya gore hava hos. O biyle seylere aligikur. Caurdar karalan, ve siiriklenir. 55