[娠歌] --Sylvia Plath 爱驱动你如一块肥厚的金表般转动。 接生婆掴打你的脚底板，接着你赤裸的哭喊 便在万物中占了一席之地。 我们的声音此起彼落，渲染了你的降临。新塑像。 在通风良好的博物馆里，你的赤裸无备 为我们的安全蒙上阴影。我们呆呆站着围绕如堵。 作为你的母亲我不过是 如一片云滴馏出一面镜子映照着自己慢慢 被风抹去的形迹。 一整晚你的呼吸如飞蛾 扑烁於扁平的粉红玫瑰之间。我醒来聆听： 远方的海潮在我耳中涌动。 一有哭声，我便从床上踉跄而起，笨重如牛，一身花 穿着维多利亚式的睡衣。 你张着如猫嘴般乾净的小嘴。窗棂 泛白且吞没了晦暗的辰星。现在你试唱 你手中的一小撮音符； 清晰的母音升起如一串气球。 [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 distils 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. -- http://blog.roodo.com/kamadevas --

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