诗歌：Morning Song

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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.