Sylvia Plath & This Heat - Secret

朗読： シルヴィア・プラス Sylvia Plath (1932-1963) - Secret This Heat - Twilight Furniture (1979) A secret! A secret! How superior. You are blue and huge, a traffic policeman, Holding up one palm-- A difference between us? I have one eye, you have two. The secret is stamped on you, Faint, undulant watermark. Will it show in the black detector? Will it come out Wavery, indelible, true Through the African giraffe in its Edeny greenery, The Moroccan hippopotamus? They stare from a square, stiff frill. They are for export, One a fool, the other a fool. A secret... An extra amber Brandy finger Roosting and cooing ’You, you’ Behind two eyes in which nothing is reflected but monkeys. A knife that can be taken out To pare nails, To lever the dirt. ’It won’t hurt.’ An illegitimate ba