《晨歌》
作者：西尔维亚·普拉斯
翻译：冬雪马
圣爱将你塑造，像一枚价值不菲的金表
助产士拍拍你的脚丫，你发出第一声啼哭
世界增添了一个新成员
我们的欢呼声，渲染了你的到来。新生儿
在通风良好的屋内，看着赤裸的你
我们产生了担心，像墙壁般茫然围着你站立
望着被风肆虐而慢慢
消失的镜中云影
我不再是你的母亲
整个晚上，你均匀的呼吸声在
纯粉色的玫瑰间起伏。我醒着
听见远处海的柔波声渐进
一声哭叫，我揭床而起，乳房饱满欲溢
穿上印有小花的维多利亚款式睡衣
你像只干净的小猫，张开如小方窗的口
鱼白吞噬了残星，此时
你试着发出声音
咿呀声如气球般升起
《Morning Song》
--Sylvia Plath, 1932 - 1963
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 cat’s. The window square
Whitens and swallows its dull stars. And now you try
Your handful of notes;
The clear vowels rise like balloons.
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