图书标签: SylviaPlath 诗歌 poetry 美国 Poetry 英语 英国 普拉斯
发表于2024-12-26
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The horizons ring me like faggots,Tilted and disparate, and always unstable.Touched by a match, they might warm me,And their fine lines singe The air to orangeBefore the distances they pin evaporate,Weighting the pale sky with a solider color.But they only dissolve and dissolveLike a series of promises, as I step forward.There is no life higher than the grasstopsOr the hearts of sheep, and the windPours by like destiny, bending Everything in one direction.I can feel it tryingTo funnel my heat away.If I pay the roots of the heatherToo close attention, they will invite meTo whiten my bones among them.The sheep know where they are,Browsing in their dirty wool-clouds,Grey as the weather.The black slots of their pupils take me in.It is like being mailed into space,A thin, silly message.They stand about in grandmotherly disguise,All wig curls and yellow teethAnd hard, marbly baas.
喜歡I Am Vertical;In Plaster;Stillborn-These poems don't live: it's a sad diagnosis;Candles;tissues in slices-pathological salami;Mirror-Now I'm a lake/A woman bends over me/Searching my reaches for what she really is/In me she has drowned a young girl/and in me an old woman/Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.(nun-souled,nun-hearted
评分喜歡I Am Vertical;In Plaster;Stillborn-These poems don't live: it's a sad diagnosis;Candles;tissues in slices-pathological salami;Mirror-Now I'm a lake/A woman bends over me/Searching my reaches for what she really is/In me she has drowned a young girl/and in me an old woman/Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.(nun-souled,nun-hearted
评分在公车上边读普拉斯边想如果是她的话,会怎么描写这样一个狭小的空间、里面簇拥着的人、他们的神态和表情、他们的生活,后来一想普拉斯并不是这样的诗人,她习惯于用一些原本轻盈的个体和意象、简短的字词,去表达非常沉重的感情,像是In Plaster里的另一个我一样。她的精神力量非常收敛,只有在一些精准的语言择字上爆发。不知道为什么特别喜欢她在诗里用stone这个意象,是不是这块石头一直悬在她的灵魂之上,以至于最后将她压垮了呢?想再读多一些英文诗歌,想再好好感受一下英文本身的魅力。Chris
评分There are two of me now; she lay in bed with me like a dead body.
评分喜歡I Am Vertical;In Plaster;Stillborn-These poems don't live: it's a sad diagnosis;Candles;tissues in slices-pathological salami;Mirror-Now I'm a lake/A woman bends over me/Searching my reaches for what she really is/In me she has drowned a young girl/and in me an old woman/Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.(nun-souled,nun-hearted
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Crossing the Water pdf epub mobi txt 电子书 下载 2024