[法國尼斯，1956年1月7日] --Sylvia Plath 前往旺斯--向陽的山丘上一座小巧、 未商業化、步調緩慢又平靜的小鎮。 徒步至馬諦斯禮拜堂-- 小巧、清淨、線條簡潔。 白牆配藍瓦頂 在太陽下閃閃發光。卻關門了！ 一週只對外開放兩天。 一位好心又多話的農夫對我說 每天都有有錢人開著大汽車 從義大利、德國、瑞典等國過來， 都吃了閉門羹， 就算願捐大筆香油錢。 我孤寂地漫步到高牆圍繞的修女院後方， 在可以窺見禮拜堂的一隅之處寫生， 自覺像仙境外的愛麗斯，看著白鴿與橘樹。 當我返回前門眼睜睜地望著 隔著鐵欄杆一臉悵然， 我哭了起來。 我知道裡面有多麼美好， 一片純白任陽光 從青碧輝黃的彩繪玻璃窗灑下。 此時我聽到有人說「別哭了，進來吧」， 大修女讓我進去， 卻拒絕了所有坐汽車來的貴人們。 我在陽光的正中心跪下 在天空、海洋、太陽的顏色、 在純白的禮拜堂的正中心跪下。 「您人真好」，我喃喃自語。 修女微笑著。 「這是神的慈悲」。這就是愛。 P.S.此作原文是Sylvia Plath寫給母親的信,由筆者重新排版斷句譯成. Quoted from: Sylvia Plath, Aurelia Schober Plath, ed., Letters Home: Correspondence 1950-1963 (New York: HarperPerennial, 1992), p.203-5. [Nice, France January 7, 1956] --Sylvia Plath To Vence-small, on a sun-warmed hill, uncommercial, slow, peaceful. Walked to Matisse cathedral- Small, pure, clean-cut. White, with blue tile roof Sparkling in the sun. But shut! Only open to public two days a week. A kindly talkative peasant told me stories Of how rich people came daily in large cars From Italy, Germany, Sweden, etc., And were not admitted, Even for large sums of Money. I was desolate and wandered to the back of the walled nunnery, Where I could see a corner of the Chapel and sketched it, Feeling like Alice outside the garden, watching the white doves and orange trees. Then I went back to the front and stared With my face through the barred gate. I began to cry. I knew it was so lovely inside, Pure white with the sun Through the blue, yellow, and green stained windows. Then I heard a voice, "Ne pleurez plus, entrez," And the Mother Superior let me in, After denying all the wealthy people in cars. I just knelt in the heart of sun And the colors of sky, sea, and sun, In the pure white heart of the Chapel. "Vous être si gentille," I stammered. The nun smile. "C'est la miséricorde de Dieu." It was love. --

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