艾米·洛威尔的经典诗歌：Off the Turnpike

艾米·洛威尔的经典诗歌：Off the Turnpike

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　　Good ev'nin', Mis' Priest.

　　I jest stepped in to tell you Good-bye.

　　Yes, it's all over.

　　All my things is packed

　　An' every last one o' them boxes

　　Is on Bradley's team

　　Bein' hauled over to th' depot.

　　No, I ain't goin' back agin.

　　I'm stoppin' over to French's fer to-night,

学习啦在线学习网 　　And goin' down first train in th' mornin'.

　　Yes, it do seem kinder queer

学习啦在线学习网 　　Not to be goin' to see Cherry's Orchard no more,

　　But Land Sakes! When a change's comin',

学习啦在线学习网 　　Why, I al'ays say it can't come too quick.

　　Now, that's real kind o' you,

　　Your doughnuts is always so tasty.

学习啦在线学习网 　　Yes, I'm goin' to Chicago,

学习啦在线学习网 　　To my niece,

学习啦在线学习网 　　She's married to a fine man, hardware business,

　　An' doin' real well, she tells me.

　　Lizzie's be'n at me to go out ther for the longest while.

学习啦在线学习网 　　She ain't got no kith nor kin to Chicago, you know

学习啦在线学习网 　　She's rented me a real nice little flat,

　　Same house as hers,

　　An' I'm goin' to try that city livin' folks say's so pleasant.

　　Oh, yes, he was real generous,

学习啦在线学习网 　　Paid me a sight o' money fer the Orchard;

　　I told him 'twouldn't yield nothin' but stones,

学习啦在线学习网 　　But he ain't farmin' it.

　　Lor', no, Mis' Priest,

　　He's jest took it to set and look at the view.

　　Mebbe he wouldn't be so stuck on the view

学习啦在线学习网 　　Ef he'd seed it every mornin' and night for forty year

　　Same's as I have.

学习啦在线学习网 　　I dessay it's pretty enough,

　　But it's so pressed into me

　　I c'n see't with my eyes shut.

学习啦在线学习网 　　No. I ain't cold, Mis' Priest,

　　Don't shut th' door.

学习啦在线学习网 　　I'll be all right in a minit.

学习啦在线学习网 　　But I ain't a mite sorry to leave that view.

学习啦在线学习网 　　Well, mebbe 'tis queer to feel so,

　　An' mebbe 'taint.

　　My! But that tea's revivin'.

学习啦在线学习网 　　Old things ain't always pleasant things, Mis' Priest.

学习啦在线学习网 　　No, no, I don't cal'late on comin' back,

　　That's why I'd ruther be to Chicago,

学习啦在线学习网 　　Boston's too near.

　　It ain't cold, Mis' Priest,

　　It's jest my thoughts.

　　I ain't sick, only --

学习啦在线学习网 　　Mis' Priest, ef you've nothin' ter take yer time,

学习啦在线学习网 　　An' have a mind to listen,

　　Ther's somethin' I'd like ter speak about

学习啦在线学习网 　　I ain't never mentioned it,

　　But I'd like to tell yer 'fore I go.

　　Would you mind lowerin' them shades,

学习啦在线学习网 　　Fall twilight's awful grey,

　　An' that fire's real cosy with the shades drawed.

学习啦在线学习网 　　Well, I guess folks about here think I've be'n dret'ful onsociable.

　　You needn't say 'taint so, 'cause I know diff'rent.

　　An' what's more, it's true.

　　Well, the reason is I've be'n scared out o' my life.

　　Scared ev'ry minit o' th' time, fer eight year.

　　Eight mortal year 'tis, come next June.

　　'Twas on the eighteenth o' June,

　　Six months after I'd buried my husband,

学习啦在线学习网 　　That somethin' happened ter me.

学习啦在线学习网 　　Mebbe you'll mind that afore that

学习啦在线学习网 　　I was a cheery body.

学习啦在线学习网 　　Hiram was too,

　　Al'ays liked to ask a neighbor in,

　　An' ev'n when he died,

学习啦在线学习网 　　Barrin' low sperrits, I warn't averse to seein' nobody.

学习啦在线学习网 　　But that eighteenth o' June changed ev'rythin'.

　　I was doin' most o' th' farmwork myself,

　　With jest a hired boy, Clarence King, 'twas,

学习啦在线学习网 　　Comin' in fer an hour or two.

　　Well, that eighteenth o' June

　　I was goin' round,

学习啦在线学习网 　　Lockin' up and seein' to things 'fore I went to bed.

　　I was jest steppin' out t' th' barn,

学习啦在线学习网 　　Goin' round outside 'stead o' through the shed,

学习啦在线学习网 　　'Cause there was such a sight o' moonlight

学习啦在线学习网 　　Somehow or another I thought 'twould be pretty outdoors.

学习啦在线学习网 　　I got settled for pretty things that night, I guess.

　　I ain't stuck on 'em no more.

学习啦在线学习网 　　Well, them laylock bushes side o' th' house

学习啦在线学习网 　　Was real lovely.

学习啦在线学习网 　　Glitt'rin' and shakin' in the moonlight,

学习啦在线学习网 　　An' the smell o' them rose right up

　　An' most took my breath away.

　　The colour o' the spikes was all faded out,

　　They never keep their colour when the moon's on 'em,

　　But the smell fair 'toxicated me.

　　I was al'ays partial to a sweet scent,

学习啦在线学习网 　　An' I went close up t' th' bushes

　　So's to put my face right into a flower.

学习啦在线学习网 　　Mis' Priest, jest's I got breathin' in that laylock bloom

　　I saw, layin' right at my feet,

学习啦在线学习网 　　A man's hand!

学习啦在线学习网 　　It was as white's the side o' th' house,

　　And sparklin' like that lum'nous paint they put on gate-posts.

　　I screamed right out,

　　I couldn't help it,

学习啦在线学习网 　　An' I could hear my scream

　　Goin' over an' over

学习啦在线学习网 　　In that echo be'ind th' barn.

　　Hearin' it agin an' agin like that

　　Scared me so, I dar'sn't scream any more.

学习啦在线学习网 　　I jest stood ther,

学习啦在线学习网 　　And looked at that hand.

学习啦在线学习网 　　I thought the echo'd begin to hammer like my heart,

　　But it didn't.

　　There was only th' wind,

　　Sighin' through the laylock leaves,

学习啦在线学习网 　　An' slappin' 'em up agin the house.

　　Well, I guess I looked at that hand

　　Most ten minits,

学习啦在线学习网 　　An' it never moved,

　　Jest lay there white as white.

　　After a while I got to thinkin' that o' course

学习啦在线学习网 　　'Twas some drunken tramp over from Redfield.

　　That calmed me some,

　　An' I commenced to think I'd better git him out

　　From under them laylocks.

　　I planned to drag him in t' th' barn

学习啦在线学习网 　　An' lock him in ther till Clarence come in th' mornin'.

　　I got so mad thinkin' o' that all-fired brazen tramp

　　Asleep in my laylocks,

学习啦在线学习网 　　I jest stooped down and grabbed th' hand and give it an awful pull.

　　Then I bumped right down settin' on the ground.

学习啦在线学习网 　　Mis' Priest, ther warn't no body come with the hand.

学习啦在线学习网 　　No, it ain't cold, it's jest that I can't abear thinkin' of it,

　　Ev'n now.

　　I'll take a sip o' tea.

学习啦在线学习网 　　Thank you, Mis' Priest, that's better.

　　I'd ruther finish now I've begun.

　　Thank you, jest the same.

学习啦在线学习网 　　I dropped the hand's ef it'd be'n red hot

　　'Stead o' ice cold.

学习啦在线学习网 　　Fer a minit or two I jest laid on that grass

　　Pantin'.

　　Then I up and run to them laylocks

学习啦在线学习网 　　An' pulled 'em every which way.

　　True es I'm settin' here, Mis' Priest,

学习啦在线学习网 　　Ther warn't nothin' ther.

　　I peeked an' pryed all about 'em,

　　But ther warn't no man ther

学习啦在线学习网 　　Neither livin' nor dead.

　　But the hand was ther all right,

　　Upside down, the way I'd dropped it,

学习啦在线学习网 　　And glist'nin' fit to dazzle yer.

　　I don't know how I done it,

　　An' I don't know why I done it,

　　But I wanted to git that dret'ful hand out o' sight

学习啦在线学习网 　　I got in t' th' barn, somehow,

　　An' felt roun' till I got a spade.

　　I couldn't stop fer a lantern,

　　Besides, the moonlight was bright enough in all conscience.

学习啦在线学习网 　　Then I scooped that awful thing up in th' spade.

　　I had a sight o' trouble doin' it.

　　It slid off, and tipped over, and I couldn't bear

　　Ev'n to touch it with my foot to prop it,

学习啦在线学习网 　　But I done it somehow.

　　Then I carried it off be'ind the barn,

学习啦在线学习网 　　Clost to an old apple-tree

学习啦在线学习网 　　Where you couldn't see from the house,

　　An' I buried it,

　　Good an' deep.

学习啦在线学习网 　　I don't rec'lect nothin' more o' that night.

　　Clarence woke me up in th' mornin',

学习啦在线学习网 　　Hollerin' fer me to come down and set th' milk.

　　When he'd gone,

　　I stole roun' to the apple-tree

　　And seed the earth all new turned

　　Where I left it in my hurry.

　　I did a heap o' gardenin'

　　That mornin'.

　　I couldn't cut no big sods

学习啦在线学习网 　　Fear Clarence would notice and ask me what I wanted 'em fer,

学习啦在线学习网 　　So I got teeny bits o' turf here and ther,

　　And no one couldn't tell ther'd be'n any diggin'

学习啦在线学习网 　　When I got through.

学习啦在线学习网 　　They was awful days after that, Mis' Priest,

　　I used ter go every mornin' and poke about them bushes,

　　An' up and down the fence,

学习啦在线学习网 　　Ter find the body that hand come off of.

学习啦在线学习网 　　But I couldn't never find nothin'.

　　I'd lay awake nights

　　Hearin' them laylocks blowin' and whiskin'.

学习啦在线学习网 　　At last I had Clarence cut 'em down

学习啦在线学习网 　　An' make a big bonfire of 'em.

　　I told him the smell made me sick,

　　An' that warn't no lie,

学习啦在线学习网 　　I can't abear the smell on 'em now;

　　An' no wonder, es you say.

　　I fretted somethin' awful 'bout that hand

学习啦在线学习网 　　I wondered, could it be Hiram's,

　　But folks don't rob graveyards hereabouts.

　　Besides, Hiram's hands warn't that awful, starin' white.

学习啦在线学习网 　　I give up seein' people,

　　I was afeared I'd say somethin'.

　　You know what folks thought o' me

　　Better'n I do, I dessay,

学习啦在线学习网 　　But mebbe now you'll see I couldn't do nothin' diff'rent.

　　But I stuck it out,

　　I warn't goin' to be downed

学习啦在线学习网 　　By no loose hand, no matter how it come ther

学习啦在线学习网 　　But that ain't the worst, Mis' Priest,

学习啦在线学习网 　　Not by a long ways.

学习啦在线学习网 　　Two year ago, Mr. Densmore made me an offer for Cherry's Orchard.

学习啦在线学习网 　　Well, I'd got used to th' thought o' bein' sort o' blighted,

　　An' I warn't scared no more.

　　Lived down my fear, I guess.

　　I'd kinder got used to th' thought o' that awful night,

　　And I didn't mope much about it.

　　Only I never went out o' doors by moonlight;

　　That stuck.

　　Well, when Mr. Densmore's offer come,

学习啦在线学习网 　　I started thinkin' 'bout the place

学习啦在线学习网 　　An' all the things that had gone on ther.

　　Thinks I, I guess I'll go and see where I put the hand.

　　I was foolhardy with the long time that had gone by.

学习啦在线学习网 　　I know'd the place real well,

　　Fer I'd put it right in between two o' the apple roots.

学习啦在线学习网 　　I don't know what possessed me, Mis' Priest,

　　But I kinder wanted to know

　　That the hand had been flesh and bone, anyway.

　　It had sorter bothered me, thinkin' I might ha' imagined it.

学习啦在线学习网 　　I took a mornin' when the sun was real pleasant and warm;

　　I guessed I wouldn't jump for a few old bones.

　　But I did jump, somethin' wicked.

学习啦在线学习网 　　Ther warn't no bones!

学习啦在线学习网 　　Ther warn't nothin'!

学习啦在线学习网 　　Not ev'n the gold ring I'd minded bein' on the little finger.

　　I don't know ef ther ever was anythin'.

　　I've worried myself sick over it.

　　I be'n diggin' and diggin' day in and day out

学习啦在线学习网 　　Till Clarence ketched me at it.

　　Oh, I know'd real well what you all thought,

　　An' I ain't sayin' you're not right,

　　But I ain't goin' to end in no county 'sylum

学习啦在线学习网 　　If I c'n help it.

　　The shiv'rin' fits come on me sudden like.

　　I know 'em, don't you trouble.

学习啦在线学习网 　　I've fretted considerable about the 'sylum,

学习啦在线学习网 　　I guess I be'n frettin' all the time I ain't be'n diggin'.

　　But anyhow I can't dig to Chicago, can I?

学习啦在线学习网 　　Thank you, Mis' Priest,

学习啦在线学习网 　　I'm better now. I only dropped in in passin'.

学习啦在线学习网 　　I'll jest be steppin' along down to French's.

　　No, I won't be seein' nobody in the mornin',

学习啦在线学习网 　　It's a pretty early start.

学习啦在线学习网 　　Don't you stand ther, Mis' Priest,

　　The wind'll blow yer lamp out,

学习啦在线学习网 　　An' I c'n see easy, I got aholt o' the gate now.

学习啦在线学习网 　　I ain't a mite tired, thank you.

　　Good-night.