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·Okunma: 07 Ocak 2023 00:00
·2023 7. kitabı
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e.e. Cummings
hiç gitmediğim bir yerin, sevinçle ötesinde
her türlü yaşantının, sessizliği var gözlerinde:
senin en hafif hareketinde bir şey var içime gömen beni,
ya da bir şey dokunamayacağım kadar bana yakın
kolayca açar beni en ürkek bir bakışın
parmaklar gibi kapamış olsam bile kendimi,
sen hep yaprak yaprak açarsın beni, Baharın
(dokunup ustaca, gizlice) açışı gibi ilk gülünü
ya da beni kapatmaksa istediğin, ben ve
hayatım kapanırız güzelce, birden
karın her yere özenle inişini
düşleyen bu çiçeğin yüreğinin yaptığı gibi
duyduğumuz hiçbir şey bu dünyada
erişemez gücüne senin sonsuz inceliğinin:
ülkelerinin renkleriyle dokusu beni bağlayan,
öldüren, hiç durmadan, her nefeste
(bilmiyorum nedir bu sende olan, bu kapanan
ve açılan; yalnız anlıyor içimde bir şey
gözlerinin sesinin güllerden daha derin olduğunu)
hiç kimsenin böyle küçük elleri yoktur, yağmurun bile
from Anne Sexton's "Self in 1958"
(showed examples of dehumanization and lack of individuality, and the corruption of society at the time.)
Someone plays with me,
(here, someone refers patriarchal system)
plants me in the all-electric kitchen,
Is this what Mrs. Rombauer said?
Someone pretends with me—
(she lives what they expected from her)
I am walled in solid by their noise—
or puts me upon their straight bed.
They think I am me!
(she is questioning herself because she is not actually her. she is living their expectations.)
Their warmth? Their warmth is not a friend!
(they are not sincere)
They pry my mouth for their cups of gin
and their stale bread.
What is reality
(again she is questioning the reality)
to this synthetic doll
who should smile, who should shift gears,
(she has to pretend that she is happy no matter what)
should spring the doors open in a wholesome disorder,
and have no evidence of ruin or fears?
(society never feared to ruin that womens life. everything was perfect from their sides.)
But I would cry,
rooted into the wall that
was once my mother,
if I could remember how
and if I had the tears.
(you have to think yourself as an individual because no one cares you except you.)
from Sylvia Plath's "The Applicant"
Now your head, excuse me, is empty.
I have the ticket for that.
Come here, sweetie, out of the closet.
Well, what do you think of that?
Naked as paper to start
But in twenty-five years she'll be silver,
In fifty, gold.
A living doll, everywhere you look.
It can sew, it can cook,
It can talk, talk, talk.
It works, there is nothing wrong with it.
You have a hole, it's a poultice.
You have an eye, it's an image.
My boy, it's your last resort.
Will you marry it, marry it, marry it.