[三段祭文]
--Sylvia Plath
其一
隆隆地航越青金石之海
來了一隊瓶中戰船
每個瓶中都有封發給我的電報。
「砸掉妳的鏡子並且能免於災禍，」
第一封唧唧地說；「住到安靜的島上
那裡海水會塗抹掉全部的腳印。」
第二封唱道：「別接受閒蕩的時髦男子
他們只求天亮前在港口尋歡做樂，
而妳註定要招惹上一個黑暗的負心漢。
當所有船隻沉沒時第三封電報哭喊：
「淹死的妙法竟不只一種。」
其二
我的島嶼上空飛翔著
一群閃亮的海鷗牠們驟然俯衝
準確地襲擊了那雙眼睛
那魯莽水手的眼睛他墜入又濕
又餓的波濤那波濤拔岸而來，
一呎呎吞噬了綠色的田園。
血順著手指滑奏下來
那手高高舉起將落海者奉為神聖。
桅竿頂，一隻孤鷗迎風佇立，
牠在飽食的鳥群飛走後宣告：
「淹死的妙法竟不只一種。」
其三
蚱蜢小妖們長著綠綠的尖耳朵
在葉柄上跳躍著把腳跨過了我的門檻，
還嘲笑星星破碎後化成了刺耳的雨。
我的房間是格格作響的灰盒子
這裡、那裡到處是牆，然後就是
一扇窗見證了極度千篇一律的天空。
這片天正好遮住了這龐大的灰盒子
唯一的眼瞼而神已離開此處
還把所有光明天使般的男人都藏起來了。
一波風行草偃在石上浮雕著：
「淹死的妙法竟不只一種。」
[Epitaph in Three Parts]
(1)
Rocking across the lapis lazuli sea
comes a flock of bottle battleships
each with a telegram addressed to me.
'Destroy your mirror and avoid mishaps,'
chirps the first; 'live on a silent island
where the water blots out all footsteps.'
The second sings: 'Receive no roving gallant
who seeks to dally in the port till dawn,
for your fate involves a dark assailant.
The third cries out as all the ships go down:
'There is more than one good way to drown.'
(2)
In the air above my island flies
a crowd of shining gulls that plunge to launch
an accurate assault upon the eyes
of the bold sailor falling under drench
and hunger of the surf that plucks the land,
devouring green gardens inch by inch.
Blood runs in a glissando from the hand
that lifts to consecrate the sunken man.
Aloft, a lone gull halts upon the wind,
announcing after glutted birds have flown:
'There is more than one good way to drown.'
(3)
Grasshopper goblins with green pointed ears
caper on leafstalk legs across my doorsill,
and mock the jangling rain of splintered stars.
My room is a twittering gray box with a wall
there and there and there again, and then
a window which proves the sky sheer rigmarole
that happens to conceal the lid of one
enormous box of gray where god has gone
and hidden all the bright angelic men.
A wave of grass engraves upon the stone:
'There is more than one good way to drown.'
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