清晨之歌

Morning song

Sylvia Plath

Love set you going like a fat gold watch.

The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry .

Took its place among the elements.

Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statue.

In a drafty museum, your nakedness

Shadows our safety.

We stand round blankly as walls .

I'm no more your mother

Than the cloud that distills a mirror to reflect its own slow Effacement at the wind's hand.

All night your moth-breath

Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen:

A far sea moves in my ear.

One cry, and I stumble from bed, cow-heavy and floral In my Victorian nightgown.

Your mouth opens clean as a cats.

The window square

Whitens and swallows its dull stars. And now you try

Your handful of notes;

The clear vowels rise like balloons.

清晨之歌

清晨之歌

希薇亚·普拉丝

爱让你像一只胖胖的金表般动起来，

助产士拍打你的足底，

你赤裸着哭喊，开始在世界上占有一席之地。我们的声音互相呼应，庆祝你的来到。

像是一尊新雕像到达通风良好的博物馆，

赤裸的你映出我们内心的安宁，

我们如墙四立，找不到合适的表情。

我仿若不再是位母亲，而似云朵凝结成的水镜，来映照自己在风指尖缓缓消逝之影。

你整晚飞蛾般的呼吸，

在平面的粉色玫瑰丛中摇曳。

我醒来聆听:

耳畔涌动着一片遥远的海。

一声啼哭，

我从床上蹒跚走下，笨重如牛

披上维多利亚的花式睡袍。

你的小嘴洁净如猫。

窗棂之间，

夜色开始泛白，吞噬了淡淡星辰。

此刻你开始尝试掌握的少量音符，

元音清晰地升起，犹如气球。