“边缘”被认为是西尔维亚·普拉斯(Sylvia Plath)曾经写过的最后一首诗。日期为1963年2月5日,即她去世前六天,许多批评家(尽管不是全部)阅读了“ Edge”,这反映了她的绝望和自杀念头。它描绘了一个令人毛骨悚然的场景,其中一个母亲和她的两个孩子躺在一个凝视着无动于衷的月亮下。尽管演讲者声称死亡是“对月球的观点,至少是对诗的疲惫,沮丧和家庭冲突的暗示,都使它成为令人不安的,令人不安的悲剧氛围。“ Edge”首先收集在Plath的死后卷中阿里尔(1965)。
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2Her dead
3Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
4The illusion of a Greek necessity
5Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
6Her bare
7Feet seem to be saying:
8We have come so far, it is over.
9Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
10One at each little
11Pitcher of milk, now empty.
12She has folded
13Them back into her body as petals
14Of a rose close when the garden
15Stiffens and odors bleed
16From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.
17The moon has nothing to be sad about,
18Staring from her hood of bone.
19She is used to this sort of thing.
20Her blacks crackle and drag.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-toggle-drawer>2Her dead
3Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
4The illusion of a Greek necessity
5Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
6Her bare
7Feet seem to be saying:
8We have come so far, it is over.
9Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
10One at each little
11Pitcher of milk, now empty.
12She has folded
13Them back into her body as petals
14Of a rose close when the garden
15Stiffens and odors bleed
16From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.
17The moon has nothing to be sad about,
18Staring from her hood of bone.
19She is used to this sort of thing.
20Her blacks crackle and drag.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-modal-title="Theme" data-position="1" data-title="Death and Suicide">2Her dead
3Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
4The illusion of a Greek necessity
5Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
6Her bare
7Feet seem to be saying:
8We have come so far, it is over.
9Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
10One at each little
11Pitcher of milk, now empty.
12She has folded
13Them back into her body as petals
14Of a rose close when the garden
15Stiffens and odors bleed
16From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.
17The moon has nothing to be sad about,
18Staring from her hood of bone.
19She is used to this sort of thing.
20Her blacks crackle and drag.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-modal-title="Theme" data-position="2" data-title="The Trials of Womanhood and Motherhood">2Her dead
3Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
4The illusion of a Greek necessity
5Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
6Her bare
7Feet seem to be saying:
8We have come so far, it is over.
9Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
10One at each little
11Pitcher of milk, now empty.
12She has folded
13Them back into her body as petals
14Of a rose close when the garden
15Stiffens and odors bleed
16From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.
17The moon has nothing to be sad about,
18Staring from her hood of bone.
19She is used to this sort of thing.
20Her blacks crackle and drag.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-position="1">女人是...
...成就的微笑,
2Her dead
3Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
4The illusion of a Greek necessity
5Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
6Her bare
7Feet seem to be saying:
8We have come so far, it is over.
9Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
10One at each little
11Pitcher of milk, now empty.
12She has folded
13Them back into her body as petals
14Of a rose close when the garden
15Stiffens and odors bleed
16From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.
17The moon has nothing to be sad about,
18Staring from her hood of bone.
19She is used to this sort of thing.
20Her blacks crackle and drag.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-position="2">...的幻想
...她的toga,
2Her dead
3Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
4The illusion of a Greek necessity
5Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
6Her bare
7Feet seem to be saying:
8We have come so far, it is over.
9Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
10One at each little
11Pitcher of milk, now empty.
12She has folded
13Them back into her body as petals
14Of a rose close when the garden
15Stiffens and odors bleed
16From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.
17The moon has nothing to be sad about,
18Staring from her hood of bone.
19She is used to this sort of thing.
20Her blacks crackle and drag.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-position="3">她裸露...
... 结束了。
2Her dead
3Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
4The illusion of a Greek necessity
5Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
6Her bare
7Feet seem to be saying:
8We have come so far, it is over.
9Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
10One at each little
11Pitcher of milk, now empty.
12She has folded
13Them back into her body as petals
14Of a rose close when the garden
15Stiffens and odors bleed
16From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.
17The moon has nothing to be sad about,
18Staring from her hood of bone.
19She is used to this sort of thing.
20Her blacks crackle and drag.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-position="4">每个死的孩子...
...牛奶,现在空了。
2Her dead
3Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
4The illusion of a Greek necessity
5Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
6Her bare
7Feet seem to be saying:
8We have come so far, it is over.
9Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
10One at each little
11Pitcher of milk, now empty.
12She has folded
13Them back into her body as petals
14Of a rose close when the garden
15Stiffens and odors bleed
16From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.
17The moon has nothing to be sad about,
18Staring from her hood of bone.
19She is used to this sort of thing.
20Her blacks crackle and drag.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-position="5">她已经折叠了...
...夜花。
2Her dead
3Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
4The illusion of a Greek necessity
5Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
6Her bare
7Feet seem to be saying:
8We have come so far, it is over.
9Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
10One at each little
11Pitcher of milk, now empty.
12She has folded
13Them back into her body as petals
14Of a rose close when the garden
15Stiffens and odors bleed
16From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.
17The moon has nothing to be sad about,
18Staring from her hood of bone.
19She is used to this sort of thing.
20Her blacks crackle and drag.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-position="6">月亮有...
...裂纹和拖拉。
2Her dead
3Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
4The illusion of a Greek necessity
5Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
6Her bare
7Feet seem to be saying:
8We have come so far, it is over.
9Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
10One at each little
11Pitcher of milk, now empty.
12She has folded
13Them back into her body as petals
14Of a rose close when the garden
15Stiffens and odors bleed
16From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.
17The moon has nothing to be sad about,
18Staring from her hood of bone.
19She is used to this sort of thing.
20Her blacks crackle and drag.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-modal-title="Symbol" data-position="1" data-title="The Moon">2Her dead
3Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
4The illusion of a Greek necessity
5Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
6Her bare
7Feet seem to be saying:
8We have come so far, it is over.
9Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
10One at each little
11Pitcher of milk, now empty.
12She has folded
13Them back into her body as petals
14Of a rose close when the garden
15Stiffens and odors bleed
16From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.
17The moon has nothing to be sad about,
18Staring from her hood of bone.
19She is used to this sort of thing.
20Her blacks crackle and drag.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-modal-title="Poetic Device" data-position="1" data-title="Metaphor">2Her dead
3Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
4The illusion of a Greek necessity
5Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
6Her bare
7Feet seem to be saying:
8We have come so far, it is over.
9Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
10One at each little
11Pitcher of milk, now empty.
12She has folded
13Them back into her body as petals
14Of a rose close when the garden
15Stiffens and odors bleed
16From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.
17The moon has nothing to be sad about,
18Staring from her hood of bone.
19She is used to this sort of thing.
20Her blacks crackle and drag.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-modal-title="Poetic Device" data-position="2" data-title="Assonance">2Her dead
3Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
4The illusion of a Greek necessity
5Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
6Her bare
7Feet seem to be saying:
8We have come so far, it is over.
9Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
10One at each little
11Pitcher of milk, now empty.
12She has folded
13Them back into her body as petals
14Of a rose close when the garden
15Stiffens and odors bleed
16From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.
17The moon has nothing to be sad about,
18Staring from her hood of bone.
19She is used to this sort of thing.
20Her blacks crackle and drag.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-modal-title="Poetic Device" data-position="3" data-title="Personification">2Her dead
3Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
4The illusion of a Greek necessity
5Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
6Her bare
7Feet seem to be saying:
8We have come so far, it is over.
9Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
10One at each little
11Pitcher of milk, now empty.
12She has folded
13Them back into her body as petals
14Of a rose close when the garden
15Stiffens and odors bleed
16From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.
17The moon has nothing to be sad about,
18Staring from her hood of bone.
19She is used to this sort of thing.
20Her blacks crackle and drag.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-modal-title="Poetic Device" data-position="4" data-title="Enjambment">2Her dead
3Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
4The illusion of a Greek necessity
5Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
6Her bare
7Feet seem to be saying:
8We have come so far, it is over.
9Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
10One at each little
11Pitcher of milk, now empty.
12She has folded
13Them back into her body as petals
14Of a rose close when the garden
15Stiffens and odors bleed
16From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.
17The moon has nothing to be sad about,
18Staring from her hood of bone.
19She is used to this sort of thing.
20Her blacks crackle and drag.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-modal-title="Poetic Device" data-position="5" data-title="Allusion">选择下面的任何单词以在诗歌的背景下获取其定义。这些单词按照它们在诗中出现的顺序列出。
2Her dead
3Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
4The illusion of a Greek necessity
5Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
6Her bare
7Feet seem to be saying:
8We have come so far, it is over.
9Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
10One at each little
11Pitcher of milk, now empty.
12She has folded
13Them back into her body as petals
14Of a rose close when the garden
15Stiffens and odors bleed
16From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.
17The moon has nothing to be sad about,
18Staring from her hood of bone.
19She is used to this sort of thing.
20Her blacks crackle and drag.
" data-position="1" data-title="Perfected">完善2Her dead
3Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
4The illusion of a Greek necessity
5Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
6Her bare
7Feet seem to be saying:
8We have come so far, it is over.
9Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
10One at each little
11Pitcher of milk, now empty.
12She has folded
13Them back into her body as petals
14Of a rose close when the garden
15Stiffens and odors bleed
16From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.
17The moon has nothing to be sad about,
18Staring from her hood of bone.
19She is used to this sort of thing.
20Her blacks crackle and drag.
" data-position="2" data-title="Greek necessity">希腊的必要性2Her dead
3Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
4The illusion of a Greek necessity
5Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
6Her bare
7Feet seem to be saying:
8We have come so far, it is over.
9Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
10One at each little
11Pitcher of milk, now empty.
12She has folded
13Them back into her body as petals
14Of a rose close when the garden
15Stiffens and odors bleed
16From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.
17The moon has nothing to be sad about,
18Staring from her hood of bone.
19She is used to this sort of thing.
20Her blacks crackle and drag.
" data-position="4" data-title="Toga">长袍2Her dead
3Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
4The illusion of a Greek necessity
5Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
6Her bare
7Feet seem to be saying:
8We have come so far, it is over.
9Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
10One at each little
11Pitcher of milk, now empty.
12She has folded
13Them back into her body as petals
14Of a rose close when the garden
15Stiffens and odors bleed
16From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.
17The moon has nothing to be sad about,
18Staring from her hood of bone.
19She is used to this sort of thing.
20Her blacks crackle and drag.
" data-position="3" data-title="Scrolls">滚动2Her dead
3Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
4The illusion of a Greek necessity
5Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
6Her bare
7Feet seem to be saying:
8We have come so far, it is over.
9Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
10One at each little
11Pitcher of milk, now empty.
12She has folded
13Them back into her body as petals
14Of a rose close when the garden
15Stiffens and odors bleed
16From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.
17The moon has nothing to be sad about,
18Staring from her hood of bone.
19She is used to this sort of thing.
20Her blacks crackle and drag.
" data-position="5" data-title="Serpent">蛇2Her dead
3Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
4The illusion of a Greek necessity
5Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
6Her bare
7Feet seem to be saying:
8We have come so far, it is over.
9Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
10One at each little
11Pitcher of milk, now empty.
12She has folded
13Them back into her body as petals
14Of a rose close when the garden
15Stiffens and odors bleed
16From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.
17The moon has nothing to be sad about,
18Staring from her hood of bone.
19She is used to this sort of thing.
20Her blacks crackle and drag.
" data-position="6" data-title="Stiffens">僵硬2Her dead
3Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
4The illusion of a Greek necessity
5Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
6Her bare
7Feet seem to be saying:
8We have come so far, it is over.
9Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
10One at each little
11Pitcher of milk, now empty.
12She has folded
13Them back into her body as petals
14Of a rose close when the garden
15Stiffens and odors bleed
16From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.
17The moon has nothing to be sad about,
18Staring from her hood of bone.
19She is used to this sort of thing.
20Her blacks crackle and drag.
" data-position="7" data-title="Her blacks">她的黑人2Her dead
3Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
4The illusion of a Greek necessity
5Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
6Her bare
7Feet seem to be saying:
8We have come so far, it is over.
9Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
10One at each little
11Pitcher of milk, now empty.
12She has folded
13Them back into her body as petals
14Of a rose close when the garden
15Stiffens and odors bleed
16From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.
17The moon has nothing to be sad about,
18Staring from her hood of bone.
19She is used to this sort of thing.
20Her blacks crackle and drag.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-itemized data-modal-title="Vocabulary" data-position="1" data-title="Perfected">2Her dead
3Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
4The illusion of a Greek necessity
5Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
6Her bare
7Feet seem to be saying:
8We have come so far, it is over.
9Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
10One at each little
11Pitcher of milk, now empty.
12She has folded
13Them back into her body as petals
14Of a rose close when the garden
15Stiffens and odors bleed
16From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.
17The moon has nothing to be sad about,
18Staring from her hood of bone.
19She is used to this sort of thing.
20Her blacks crackle and drag.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-modal-title="Form">2Her dead
3Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
4The illusion of a Greek necessity
5Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
6Her bare
7Feet seem to be saying:
8We have come so far, it is over.
9Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
10One at each little
11Pitcher of milk, now empty.
12She has folded
13Them back into her body as petals
14Of a rose close when the garden
15Stiffens and odors bleed
16From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.
17The moon has nothing to be sad about,
18Staring from her hood of bone.
19She is used to this sort of thing.
20Her blacks crackle and drag.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false">2Her dead
3Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
4The illusion of a Greek necessity
5Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
6Her bare
7Feet seem to be saying:
8We have come so far, it is over.
9Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
10One at each little
11Pitcher of milk, now empty.
12She has folded
13Them back into her body as petals
14Of a rose close when the garden
15Stiffens and odors bleed
16From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.
17The moon has nothing to be sad about,
18Staring from her hood of bone.
19She is used to this sort of thing.
20Her blacks crackle and drag.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-modal-title="Rhyme Scheme">2Her dead
3Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
4The illusion of a Greek necessity
5Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
6Her bare
7Feet seem to be saying:
8We have come so far, it is over.
9Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
10One at each little
11Pitcher of milk, now empty.
12She has folded
13Them back into her body as petals
14Of a rose close when the garden
15Stiffens and odors bleed
16From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.
17The moon has nothing to be sad about,
18Staring from her hood of bone.
19She is used to this sort of thing.
20Her blacks crackle and drag.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false">2Her dead
3Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
4The illusion of a Greek necessity
5Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
6Her bare
7Feet seem to be saying:
8We have come so far, it is over.
9Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
10One at each little
11Pitcher of milk, now empty.
12She has folded
13Them back into her body as petals
14Of a rose close when the garden
15Stiffens and odors bleed
16From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.
17The moon has nothing to be sad about,
18Staring from her hood of bone.
19She is used to this sort of thing.
20Her blacks crackle and drag.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false">2Her dead
3Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
4The illusion of a Greek necessity
5Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
6Her bare
7Feet seem to be saying:
8We have come so far, it is over.
9Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
10One at each little
11Pitcher of milk, now empty.
12She has folded
13Them back into her body as petals
14Of a rose close when the garden
15Stiffens and odors bleed
16From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.
17The moon has nothing to be sad about,
18Staring from her hood of bone.
19She is used to this sort of thing.
20Her blacks crackle and drag.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false">