medallion

• bir sylvia plath şiiri:
  
  by the gate with star and moon
  worked into the peeled orange wood
  the bronze snake lay in the sun
  
  inert as a shoelace; dead
  but pliable still, his jaw
  unhinged and his grin crooked,
  
  tongue a rose-colored arrow.
  over my hand i hung him.
  his little vermilion eye
  
  ignited with a glassed flame
  as i turned him in the light;
  when i split a rock one time
  
  the garnet bits burned like that.
  bust dulled his back to ocher
  the way sun ruins a trout.
  
  yet his belly kept its fire
  going under the chainmail,
  the old jewels smoldering there
  
  in each opaque belly-scale:
  sunset looked at through milk glass.
  and i saw white maggots coil
  
  thin as pins in the dark bruise
  where innards bulged as if
  he were digesting a mouse.
  
  knifelike, he was chaste enough,
  pure death's-metal. the yard-man's
  flung brick perfected his laugh.
• (bkz: stolen)
• türkçe imladan habersiz divxplanet çevirmeni. zamanla öğrenir umarım.
• "bir şiir nicholas'a^* ve diğeri o en eski babaya tapma konusunda. ama farklı. daha tuhaf. bu şiirlerde bir resim görüyorum, bir hava. kitabın içinde "medallion"ı (madalyon) çekip aldım ve ikinci kitaba başlama konusunda kararımı verdim, ne olursa olsun. (...) diyeceğim o ki, şimdilik yeni kitap için "the colossus and other poems" (colossus ve diğer şiirler) adını verdiğim üç şiirim var." sylvia plath - the journals of sylvia plath