《晨歌》普拉斯 林木译
爱启动你，像一只胖金表。
接生婆拍打你脚掌，你光秃的啼哭
在元素之间占据一席之地。
我们的声音呼应，放大你的到来。新的雕像。
在一个透风的博物馆里，你的赤裸
使我们的安全蒙上阴影。我们围站着，像墙一般茫然。
我不再是你母亲
正如云朵蒸馏出一面镜子，只为映照它自身缓慢
在风的手中消失。
整夜，你飞蛾般的呼吸
在扁平的粉色玫瑰间闪烁。我醒来静听：
一片远方的海，在我耳中流动。
一声啼哭，我跌下床来，乳牛般笨重而带着花香
穿着维多利亚式睡衣。
你的嘴张开，干净如一只猫的嘴。窗的方格
变白，吞没它暗淡的星星。而现在你尝试
用你的一把音符；
清亮的元音如气球般升起。
Morning Song
by 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 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.