《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.