The Moon Was A Fat Woman Once - Sylvia Plath.mp3

The Moon Was A Fat Woman Once - Sylvia Plath.mp3
The Moon Was A Fat Woman Once-Sylvia Plath (无损音质) 专享
[00:00.162] They are alwa...
[00:00.162] They are always with us, the thin people
[00:03.256] Meager of dimension as the gray people
[00:06.054] On a movie-screen. They are unreal, we say:
[00:10.195] It was only in a movie, it was only in a war making evil headlines
[00:15.275] when we were small that they famished and grew so lean and
[00:19.603] would not round out their stalky limbs again though peace
[00:23.547] Plumped the bellies of the mice under the meanest table.
[00:27.305] It was during the long hunger-battle
[00:29.334] They found their talent to persevere
[00:31.658] In thinness, to come, later,
[00:34.222] Into our bad dreams, their menace
[00:37.038] Not guns, not abuses,
[00:39.150] But a thin silence.
[00:41.578] Wrapped in flea ridden donkey skins or bits of burlap,
[00:45.439] squatting together on granite steps where
[00:47.968] the mica glinted at noonday like broken glass -- famous for their scantness.
[00:54.263] Empty of complaint, forever drinking vinegar from tin cups:
[00:58.834] they wore the insufferable nimbus of the lot-drawn scapegoat.
[01:03.831] But so thin,
[01:05.747] So * sexy a race could not remain in dreams,
[01:09.288] Could not remain outlandish victims
[01:12.176] In the contracted country of the head
[01:14.404] Any more than the old woman in her mud hut could
[01:18.017] Keep from cutting fat meat
[01:20.131] Out of the side of the generous moon when it set foot nightly in her yard
[01:25.400] Until her knife had pared the moon to a rind of little light.
[01:30.039] Now the thin people do not obliterate themselves as the dawn
[01:34.608] Grayness blues, reddens, and the outline of the world comes clear and fills with color.
[01:40.824] They persist in the sunlit room: the wall paper
[01:45.211] Frieze of cabbage-roses and cornflowers pales
[01:48.459] Under their thin-lipped smiles,
[01:50.823] Their withering kingship.
[01:52.674] How they prop each other up!
[01:54.924] They outnumber us in the towns and cities.
[01:58.328] We own no wildernesses rich and deep enough
[02:01.631] For stronghold against their stiff battalions.
[02:05.289] See, how the tree boles flatten
[02:08.246] And lose their good browns
[02:10.608] If the thin people simply stand in the forest,
[02:13.646] Making the world go thin as a wasp's nest and grayer;
[02:18.621] not even moving their bones.
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