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Παρασκευή, 28 Μαΐου 2010

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 featureless, fine
Jew linen.

Peel off the napkin
O 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.



From "Ariel", 1966
- Σε κπ αριανή προσωπικότητα xD-

1 σχόλιο:

  1. Η Σύλβια, που όλοι γνωρίσαμε σε κάποια φάση της ζωής μας…
    Τσέκαρε κι αυτό (αν δεν το χεις ήδη)

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0QPTAimVTPo

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