愛讓你走來，像一隻胖乎乎的金表。
助產士拍拍你的腳底，你****的哭喊
來到萬物之中。
那個聲音在回蕩，使你的到來顯得不同尋常。新的雕像。在通風的博物館，你的****
隱蔽著我們的安全。我們圍在你的四周，牆一般茫然。
說我是你的母親
不如說是一朵雲，像一麵鏡子隻為照出自己
在風中緩緩的消隱。
整夜，你小飛蛾一般的呼吸
在淡粉色的玫瑰中撲閃。我醒來傾聽：
遼遠的海在我耳中翻滾
一聲哭鬧，我就從床上翻下，像笨重的母牛
維多利亞睡衣上繡著花。
你張開的小嘴像貓般潔淨。窗子方方正正
漂白又吞吐黯淡的星星，現在你就來試著
開始你自己的咿呀；
清澈的聲音，氣球般上升
Morning Song
Love set you going like a fat gold watch.
The midwife slapped your foot soles，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.
By Sylvia Plath