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晨歌Morning Song by Sylvia Plath 作者简介： 希尔维亚·普拉斯Sylvia Plath(1932-1963) 美国20世纪最有影响力的女诗人，自白派的代表人物之一。 她是20世纪最著名的女诗人、女权主义者的文化偶像、获得普利策文学奖、引领“自白派”诗歌浪潮；她终生被伤痛灵魂与迷乱心智所折磨，饱受精神梦魇摧残，以自杀结束了悲伤的生命……　 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. Im no more your mother Than the cloud that distills a mirror to reflect its own slow Effacement at the winds 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 cats. The window square Whitens and swallows its dull stars. And now you try Your handful of notes; The clear vowels rise like balloons. 晨歌 西尔维亚·普拉斯 爱发动你，像个胖乎乎的金表。 助产士拍拍年的脚掌，你无头发的叫喊 在世界万物中占定一席之地 我们是声音呼应，放大了你的到来。新的雕像。 在多风的博物馆里，你的赤裸 使我的安全蒙上阴影。我们围站着，墙一般空白。 云渗下一面镜子，映出他自己 在风的手中慢慢消失的形象， 我比云更不像你的母亲。 整夜，你飞蛾般的呼吸 在单调的红玫瑰间闪动。我醒来静听： 我耳中有个远方的大海。 一声哭，我出床上滚下，母牛般笨重， 穿着维多利亚式睡衣满身花纹。 你嘴张开，干净得像猫的嘴。方形的窗 变白，吞没了暗淡的星。而你现在 试唱你满手的音符 清脆的元音像汽球般升起。 Return to Love回归真爱 编者按： Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.　　心灵的独奏是不完整的，直到另一颗心灵有所回应。渴望歌唱的人总能找到曲谱。真爱所到之处，诗情画意无处不在。　　What is wrong with our world is that love is in short supply.　　我们的世界让人无所适从只因真爱太少。 When we were born, we were programmed perfectly. We had a natural tendency to focus on love. Our imaginations were creative and flourishing, and we knew how to use them. We were connected to a world much richer than the one we connect to now, a world full of enchantment and a sense of the miraculous. So what happened? Why is it that we reached a certain age, looked around, and the enchantment was gone? Because we