Anne Sexton

Bayan Arıza tarafından 6 - Ekim - 2010 tarihinde yazıldı.

Tori Amos mail grubu sayesinde tanıştığım sevgili Zeynep Özdeş'ten "Anne Sexton"

Anne Sexton 1928 senesinde Weston/ Massachusetts’de dunyaya geldi. Genç yaşında şiirle tanışan Sexton evlilik ve annelik sonrasi oluşan depresyonundan kurtulabilmek için de tüm gücüyle şiirlerine sarıldı. 1967 senesinde edebiyat dünyasının en itibarli ödüllerden biri sayılan Pullitzer Ödülüne’de sahip olan Sexton 1974 senesinde hayatına kendi elleriyle son verdi.Sylvia Plath ile yakın arkadaş olan Sexton “itirafçı” şiir geleneğinin de en önemli kadın temsilcilerinden birisidir. Benim için ise yeri apayrıdır…

THE STARRY NIGHT

The town does not exist
except where one black-haired tree slips
up like a drowned woman into the hot sky.
The town is silent. The night boils with eleven stars.
Oh starry starry night! This is how
I want to die.

It moves. They are all alive.
Even the moon bulges in its orange irons
to push children, like a god, from its eye.
The old unseen serpent swallows up the stars.
Oh starry starry night! This is how
I want to die:

into that rushing beast of the night,
sucked up by that great dragon, to split
from my life with no flag,
no belly,
no cry.



THE BLACK ART

A woman who writes feels too much,
those trances and portents!
As if cycles and children and islands
weren't enough; as if mourners and gossips
and vegetables were never enough.
She thinks she can warn the stars.
A writer is essentially a spy.
Dear love, I am that girl.

A man who writes knows too much,
such spells and fetiches!
As if erections and congresses and products
weren't enough; as if machines and galleons
and wars were never enough.
With used furniture he makes a tree.
A writer is essentially a crook.
Dear love, you are that man.

Never loving ourselves,
hating even our shoes and our hats,
we love each other, precious, precious.
Our hands are light blue and gentle.
Our eyes are full of terrible confessions.
But when we marry,
the children leave in disgust.
There is too much food and no one left over
to eat up all the weird abundance.