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"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 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.
Gentleman , 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 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 on 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.
拉哲拉絲夫人
我又做了一次
每十年一次
我很成功
像是一種活的神蹟
我的皮膚
發亮如納粹的人皮燈罩
我的右腳如
一個紙鎮
我的臉 則是一張
沒有五官 精緻的
猶太棉布
撕下那塊布
喔 敵人
我可怕嗎?
鼻子, 眼窩, 整排牙齒,
這酸腐的屍味
將於一天內消失
很快, 很快地, 這肉體
被墳墓咬蝕 而我也將
以它為家
我是一個含笑九泉的女人
我只有三十歲
可像貓一樣我有九條命可活
這是第三次
真是糟
這樣結束每個十年
炙熱的一百萬根燈絲
吃著花生的群眾
都擠著進來看
他們打開我身上的布, 從手到腳—
真像一場精采的脫衣秀
先生們, 女士們,
這是我的雙手
我的膝蓋
我可能骨瘦如柴
但是, 我還是同一個, 一模一樣的女人
第一次它發生時 我才十歲
那是個意外
第二次的時候我則故意
拖得久一點 不打算回來了
我闔起身子左右搖晃
如海里的貝殼
他們必須一直喊啊喊
並且像是從貝殼裡拔出沾黏的珍珠一樣
從我身上拔出蟲子來
死亡
是一種藝術 就像其他的事一樣
而我對此特別擅長
我這麼做它像是地獄
我這麼做它感覺很真實
我猜你可以說我很有天份
在小室裡做它再簡單不過
做完它然後不動再簡單不過
它是在大白天裡的戲劇性重生
去同一個地方, 同一張臉, 同一個粗野的
被逗樂的大叫
“一個奇蹟!”
擊敗了我
看我的傷疤
得要收費
聽我的心
也要收費
真是如此
還有一種費用, 非常大的費用
為了一個字 或一個觸摸
或一點血
或我的一縷髮絲 或我的衣服
因此, 因此, 醫生大人,
敵人先生,
我是你們的音樂著作,
我是你們的貴重物品,
純金的嬰兒
因為尖叫聲而融化
我轉身燃燒
別以為我低估了你的高度關注
灰燼, 灰燼—
你戳著並翻攪.
肉體, 骨頭, 那裏再沒有東西,
一塊肥皂蛋糕,
一只婚戒,
一些金牙的填充物,
上帝大人, 撒旦大人,
小心, 小心.
從灰燼裡
我將隨紅髮升起
而我吃人如空氣.
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