死/是一门艺术,所有的东西都如此,/我要使之分外精彩 英文原文是什么

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  • 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.