maenad

• bir sylvia plath şiiri:
  
  once i was ordinary:
  sat by my father's bean tree
  eating the fingers of wisdom.
  the birds made milk.
  when it thundered i hid under a flat stone.
  
  the mother of mouths didn't love me.
  the old man shrank to a doll.
  o i am too big to go backward:
  birdmilk is feathers,
  the bean leaves are dumb as hands.
  
  this month is fit for little.
  the dead ripen in the grapeleaves.
  a red tongue is among us.
  mother, keep out of my barnyard,
  i am becoming another.
  
  dog-head, devourer:
  feed me the berries of dark.
  the lids won't shut. time
  unwinds from the great umbilicus of the sun
  its endless glitter.
  
  i must swallow it all.
  
  lady, who are these others in the moon's vat ---
  sleepdrunk, their limbs at odds?
  in this light the blood is black.
  tell me my name.