sylviaplath（瓶中美人 SYLVIA怎么样

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• 瓶中美人 SYLVIA怎么样
• 求 sylvia plath “daddy” 的解析 越详细越好 要中文的！！！从速啊 thx.
• sylvia plath “daddy” 的解析是什么
• 西尔维亚的英文是什么
• 关于经典英语对话台词
• 速求sylvia plath 的一首诗的英文原文
• 罗伯特·洛威尔的生平
• analysis for a poem“Morning Song“ by sylvia plath

瓶中美人 SYLVIA怎么样

刚借来这部电影的DVD，就把它给看了。撇看才女Sylvia Plath的自杀始末的实情不讲，我还是喜欢这片子的风格的。感觉片子的配乐总有那么点忧怨的味道，故事描述铺成很流畅自然，整部片子的构图还是挺真实的。

求 sylvia plath “daddy” 的解析 越详细越好 要中文的！！！从速啊 thx.

Daddy
Sylvia Plath
You do not do, you do not do
Any more, black shoe
In which I have lived like a foot
For thirty years, poor and white,
Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.
Daddy, I have had to kill you.
You died before I had time—
Marble-heavy, a bag full of God,
Ghastly statue with one gray toe
Big as a Frisco seal
And a head in the freakish Atlantic
Where it pours bean green over blue
In the waters off beautiful Nauset.
I used to pray to recover you.
Ach, du.
In the German tongue, in the Polish town
Scraped flat by the roller
Of wars, wars, wars.
But the name of the town is common.
My Polack friend
Says there are a dozen or two.
So I never could tell where you
Put your foot, your root,
I never could talk to you.
The tongue stuck in my jaw.
It stuck in a barb wire snare.
Ich, ich, ich, ich,
I could hardly speak.
I thought every German was you.
And the language obscene
An engine, an engine
Chuffing me off like a Jew.
A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen.
I began to talk like a Jew.
I think I may well be a Jew.
The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna
Are not very pure or true.
With my gipsy ancestress and my weird luck
And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack
I may be a bit of a Jew.
I have always been scared of you,
With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo.
And your neat mustache
And your Aryan eye, bright blue.
Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You—
Not God but a swastika
So black no sky could squeak through.
Every woman adores a Fascist,
The boot in the face, the brute
Brute heart of a brute like you.
You stand at the blackboard, daddy,
In the picture I have of you,
A cleft in your chin instead of your foot
But no less a devil for that, no not
Any less the black man who
Bit my pretty red heart in two.
I was ten when they buried you.
At twenty I tried to die
And get back, back, back to you.
I thought even the bones would do.
But they pulled me out of the sack,
And they stuck me together with glue.
And then I knew what to do.
I made a model of you,
A man in black with a Meinkampf look
And a love of the rack and the screw.
And I said I do, I do.
So daddy, I’m finally through.
The black telephone’s off at the root,
The voices just can’t worm through.
If I’ve killed one man, I’ve killed two—
The vampire who said he was you
And drank my blood for a year,
Seven years, if you want to know.
Daddy, you can lie back now.
There’s a stake in your fat black heart
And the villagers never liked you.
They are dancing and stamping on you.
They always knew it was you.
Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I’m through.

sylvia plath “daddy” 的解析是什么

就是——矛盾在西尔维亚.普拉斯的“爸爸”。

出自：外语诗歌《老爹》

内容：作者与其父亲的悲剧关系以及这种悲剧关系的原因：

写于作者自杀前3个月，那

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