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貝赫克海灘 (3)
--Sylvia Plath, 羅浩原 譯
賓館陽台上，一切事物都閃閃發光。
這些事，那些物——
鋼管造的輪椅、鋁製的拐杖。
一股子甘甘鹹鹹的氣味。為何要我走到
綴著點點螺殼的防波堤的另一邊？
我可不是潔白而周到的護士，
我可不是一抹微笑。
那群孩子在爭逐著，帶著釣鉤，大呼小叫，
而我的心太小，包紮不了他們慘痛的意外。
這是一名男性的側影：他血紅的肋骨，
經脈滋蔓如樹，而這位是手術師：
配戴著單眼手術鏡——
知識的一個剖面。
在某個房間的條紋床墊上
一個老頭逐漸消亡。
老妻的哭泣亦於事無補。
在此可尋見，眼似澄黃貴重的珠玉
舌如碳灰熬煉成的藍寶。
Berck-Plage (3)
--Sylvia Plath
On the balconies of the hotel, things are glittering.
Things, things--
Tubular steel wheelchairs, aluminium crutches.
Such salt-sweetness. Why should I walk
Beyond the breakwater, spotty with barnacles?
I am not a nurse, white and attendant,
I am not a smile.
These children are after something, with hooks and cries,
And my heart too small to bandage their terrible faults.
This is the side of a man: his red ribs,
The nerves bursting like trees, and this is the surgeon:
One mirrory eye--
A facet of knowledge.
On a striped mattress in one room
An old man is vanishing.
There is no help in his weeping wife.
Where are the eye-stones, yellow and valuable,
And the tongue, sapphire of ash.
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