[終點]
--Sylvia Plath

從輕信人言的青色墓拱間策馬返家
作夢者駕馭著他甦醒的食慾
不安地垂涎著各地下墓穴的莊稼
蓬勃如一夜之間遍生的毒蕈的毒害：
他現身的每個食堂都變成了
蛆蟲的旅店，嗜血的刀鋒
爾等交織在骷髏頭的白色子宮內
如糜爛的魚子醬的富麗織錦。

墓穴美食家被喧賓奪主，
魔鬼司膳者悄悄走進來端上了
盛宴中地獄主廚最香甜的一道肉：
燃燒的大盤上是他蒼白的新娘：
被芹菜葉似的輓歌陪襯，她被停柩瞻仰
等待著他的恩寵來將她封聖。


[Terminal]

Riding home from credulous blue domes,
the dreamer reins his waking appetite
in panic at the crop of catacombs
sprung up like plague of toadstools overnight:
refectories where he reveled have become
the holstery of worms, rapacious blades
who weave within the skeleton's white womb
a caviare decay of rich brocades.

Turning the tables of this grave gourmet,
the fiendish butler saunters in and serves
for feast the sweetest meat of hell's chef d' oeuvres:
his own pale bride upon a flaming tray:
parsleyed with elegies, she lies in state
waiting for his grace to consecrate.