来自著名诗人Sylvia Plath的Lady Lazarus.
Dying
Is an art,like everything else,
I do it exceptionally well.
Sylvia Plath - Lady Lazarus
I have done it again.
One year in every ten
I manage it----
A sort of walking miracle,my skin
Bright as a Nazi lampshade,
My right foot
A paperweight,
My face a featureless,fine
Jew linen.
Peel off the napkin
0 my enemy.
Do I terrify?----
The nose,the eye pits,the full set of teeth?
The sour breath
Will vanish in a day.
Soon,soon the flesh
The grave cave ate will be
At home on me
And I a smiling woman.
I am only thirty.
And like the cat I have nine times to die.
This is Number Three.
What a trash
To annihilate each decade.
What a million filaments.
The peanut-crunching crowd
Shoves in to see
Them unwrap me hand and foot
The big strip tease.
Gentlemen,ladies
These are my hands
My knees.
I may be skin and bone,
Nevertheless,I am the same,identical woman.
The first time it happened I was ten.
It was an accident.
The second time I meant
To last it out and not come back at all.
I rocked shut
As a seashell.
They had to call and call
And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.
Dying
Is an art,like everything else,
I do it exceptionally well.
I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I've a call.
It's easy enough to do it in a cell.
It's easy enough to do it and stay put.
It's the theatrical
Comeback in broad day
To the same place,the same face,the same brute
Amused shout:
'A miracle!'
That knocks me out.
There is a charge
For the eyeing of my scars,there is a charge
For the hearing of my heart----
It really goes.
And there is a charge,a very large charge
For a word or a touch
Or a bit of blood
Or a piece of my hair or my clothes.
So,so,Herr Doktor.
So,Herr Enemy.
I am your opus,
I am your valuable,
The pure gold baby
That melts to a shriek.
I turn and burn.
Do not think I underestimate your great concern.
Ash,ash ---
You poke and stir.
Flesh,bone,there is nothing there----
A cake of soap,
A wedding ring,
A gold filling.
Herr God,Herr Lucifer
Beware
Beware.
Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.