爱使你走得像一只胖乎乎的金表。
The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry
助产士拍拍你的脚掌，你光秃秃的哭声
Took its place among the elements.
在天地间便占有了一席之地。
Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statue.
我们的声音呼应，凸现了你的到来，一尊新的雕像。
In a drafty museum, your nakedness
在穿风的博物馆里，你的赤裸
Shadows our safety. We stand round blankly as walls.
给我们的安全投下了阴影。我们伫立在四周，像墙壁。I’m no more your mother
我成为你的母亲，无非就像是一片云，
Than the cloud that distills a mirror to reflect its own slow
它凝结出一面镜子，来映照自己
Effacement at the wind’s hand.
在风的吹拂中缓缓消逝的身影。
All night your moth-breath
整个夜晚，你飞蛾般的呼吸
Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen:
在扁平的粉红玫瑰间飞舞。我醒来谛听：
A far sea moves in my ear.
远方的大海在我耳中涌动。
One cry, and I stumble from bed, cow-heavy and floral
一声哭啼，我便翻身下床，笨重如奶牛，
In my Victorian nightgown.
披着维多利亚式睡衣，身上全是花朵。
Your mouth opens clean as a cat’s. The window square
你张开的嘴，像猫嘴一样干净。窗户的方框中
Whitens and swallows its dull stars. And now you try
正在泛白，吞没其间的淡淡星辰。此刻你试唱着
Your handful of notes;
你那数量有限的音符；
The clear vowels rise like balloons.
清澈的元音，像气球一样升起。