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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.
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.
