那个极冷极湿的冬天,女诗人西尔维亚·普拉斯(Sylvia Plath,一九三二——六三)在伦敦北部的寓所中开煤气自杀,至今已是三十年。虽说托体同山阿,虽说逝者长已矣,然而普拉斯的遗骨却未得到过片刻的宁静,她死后的三十年比她生前的三十年,要热闹、引人注目得多。她谜一般的诗,谜一般的死,谜一般的书信、日记及遗稿,吸引着无数传记作者、女权运动家、诗 That very cold winter, the poet Sylvia Plath (1932 - 63) committed suicide in a dwelling in northern London, has been thirty years. Although the body with the mountains, although the dead have already gone, but Plath’s bones have not been a moment of tranquility, thirty years after her death than her thirty years before his life, to be lively, eye-catching Much more. Her mysterious poem, mysterious death, mysterious letters, diaries and manuscripts, attracting countless biographers, feminists, poems