8. "Lady Lazarus"un " I a smiling woman.
I am only thirty.
And like the cat I have nine times to die." misralarıyla xatırladığım istedadlı şair və yazıçıdır. Neçə vaxtdır gündəliklərini almaq istəyir, amma alındıra bilmirdim. Bu gün nəhayət ki, kartı açdırıb, sifariş verdim, ona görə yadıma düşdü.
"Daddy" şeiri ən xoşladıqlarımdandır.
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Ən çox isə "Three Woman" kitabından bu şeirini sevirəm, şahəsəridir bu :
" There is the moon in the high window. It is over.
How winter fills my soul! And that chalk light
Laying its scales on the windows, the windows of empty offices,
Empty schoolrooms, empty churches. O so much emptiness!
There is this cessation. This terrible cessation of everything.
These bodies mounded around me now, these polar sleepers-
What blue, moony ray ices their dreams?
I feel it enter me, cold, alien, like an instrument.
And that mad, hard face at the end of it, that O-mouth
Open in its gape of perpetual grieving.
It is she that drags the blood-black sea around
Month after month, with its voices of failure.
I am helpless as the sea at the end of her string.
I am restless. Restless and useless. I, too, create corpses.
I shall move north. I shall move into a long blackness.
I see myself as a shadow, neither man nor woman,
Neither a woman, happy to be like a man, nor a man
Blunt and flat enough to feel no lack. I feel a lack.
I hold my fingers up, ten white pickets.
See, the darkness is leaking from the cracks.
I cannot contain it. I cannot contain my life.
I shall be a heroine of the peripheral.
I shall not be accused by isolate buttons,
Holes in the heels of socks, the white mute faces
Of unanswered letters, coffined in a letter case.
I shall not be accused, I shall not be accused.
The clock shall not find me wanting, nor these stars
That rivet in place abyss after abyss."

"The Bell Jar"dan bəhs etmirəm belə.