速求sylvia plath 的一首诗的英文原文第一句是dying is an art...要是还有她的别的诗的原文更好
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速求sylvia plath 的一首诗的英文原文第一句是dying is an art...要是还有她的别的诗的原文更好
速求sylvia plath 的一首诗的英文原文
第一句是dying is an art...要是还有她的别的诗的原文更好
速求sylvia plath 的一首诗的英文原文第一句是dying is an art...要是还有她的别的诗的原文更好
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.
另一首:
What a thrill?
My thumb instead of an onion.
The top quit e gone
Except for a sort of a hinge
Of skin,
A flap like a hat,
Dead white.
Then that red plush.
http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15292
清晨之歌 morning song
love set you going like a fat gold watch
言语 words
这是两首poem 的题目
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很好找的
Morning song
Love set you going like a fat gold watch.
The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry
Took its place among the elements.
Our voices echo, magnifying you...
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Morning song
Love set you going like a fat gold watch.
The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry
Took its place among the elements.
Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statue.
In a drafty museum, your nakedness
Shadows our safety. We stand round blankly as walls. I
'm no more your mother
Than the cloud that distills a mirror to reflect its own slow
Effacement at the wind's hand.
All night your moth-breath Flickers among the flat pink roses.
I wake to listen:
A far sea moves in my ear.
One cry, and I stumble from bed, cow-heavy and floral In my Victorian nightgown. Your mouth opens clean as a cat's.
The window square
Whitens and swallows its dull stars.
And now you try Your handful of notes;
The clear vowels rise like balloons.
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