双语·《西尔维娅·普拉斯诗集》 晨歌

Morning Song
晨歌

Love set you going like a fat gold watch.
爱将你送来像胖乎乎的金表。

The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry
助产士拍拍你的脚心，你毫不掩饰的哭喊

Took its place among the elements.
在大自然中占定一席之地。

Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statue.
我们的声音回响，赞美着你的到来。新的雕像。

In a drafty museum, your nakedness
在通风的博物馆，你的赤裸

Shadows our safety. We stand round blankly as walls.
使我们的安全蒙上阴影。我们围站着茫然似墙。

I’m no more your mother
我不比云更像你的母亲

Than the cloud that distills a mirror to reflect its own slow
云朵凝成一面镜子映出它自己

Effacement at the wind’s hand.
缓慢地消失在风之手。

All night your moth-breath
整个晚上你蛾虫般的呼吸

Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen:
在扁平的粉色玫瑰中颤动。我醒来倾听：

A far sea moves in my ear.
远方的海涌进我的耳边。

One cry, and I stumble from bed, cow-heavy and floral
一声哭喊，我从床上爬出，重如奶牛，

In my Victorian nightgown.
穿着饰花的维多利亚睡衣。

Your mouth opens clean as a cat’s. The window square
你的嘴开启猫似的洁净。那窗户的方形

Whitens and swallows its dull stars. And now you try
变白并吞没暗淡的星星。现在你尝试

Your handful of notes;
一连串的音符；

The clear vowels rise like balloons.
清晰的元音像气球般升起。

(1961/02/19. pp.156—157. No.138)
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