艾米·洛威尔的经典诗歌：Off the Turnpike

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学习啦在线学习网 　　Good ev'nin', Mis' Priest.

　　I jest stepped in to tell you Good-bye.

　　Yes, it's all over.

　　All my things is packed

学习啦在线学习网 　　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.

　　Yes, I'm goin' to Chicago,

学习啦在线学习网 　　To my niece,

　　She's married to a fine man, hardware business,

学习啦在线学习网 　　An' doin' real well, she tells me.

学习啦在线学习网 　　Lizzie's be'n at me to go out ther for the longest while.

　　She ain't got no kith nor kin to Chicago, you know

　　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.

学习啦在线学习网 　　Oh, yes, he was real generous,

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

学习啦在线学习网 　　I told him 'twouldn't yield nothin' but stones,

学习啦在线学习网 　　But he ain't farmin' it.

学习啦在线学习网 　　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

　　Ef he'd seed it every mornin' and night for forty year

　　Same's as I have.

　　I dessay it's pretty enough,

　　But it's so pressed into me

学习啦在线学习网 　　I c'n see't with my eyes shut.

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

学习啦在线学习网 　　Don't shut th' door.

　　I'll be all right in a minit.

　　But I ain't a mite sorry to leave that view.

　　Well, mebbe 'tis queer to feel so,

　　An' mebbe 'taint.

学习啦在线学习网 　　My! But that tea's revivin'.

　　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.

学习啦在线学习网 　　I ain't sick, only --

　　Mis' Priest, ef you've nothin' ter take yer time,

　　An' have a mind to listen,

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

　　I ain't never mentioned it,

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

　　Would you mind lowerin' them shades,

　　Fall twilight's awful grey,

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

　　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.

学习啦在线学习网 　　Well, the reason is I've be'n scared out o' my life.

学习啦在线学习网 　　Scared ev'ry minit o' th' time, fer eight year.

学习啦在线学习网 　　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.

　　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.

　　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

学习啦在线学习网 　　I was goin' round,

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

学习啦在线学习网 　　I was jest steppin' out t' th' barn,

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

　　'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.

　　I got settled for pretty things that night, I guess.

学习啦在线学习网 　　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.

　　Glitt'rin' and shakin' in the moonlight,

　　An' the smell o' them rose right up

　　An' most took my breath away.

学习啦在线学习网 　　The colour o' the spikes was all faded out,

学习啦在线学习网 　　They never keep their colour when the moon's on 'em,

学习啦在线学习网 　　But the smell fair 'toxicated me.

学习啦在线学习网 　　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

学习啦在线学习网 　　So's to put my face right into a flower.

　　Mis' Priest, jest's I got breathin' in that laylock bloom

　　I saw, layin' right at my feet,

　　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.

学习啦在线学习网 　　I screamed right out,

　　I couldn't help it,

学习啦在线学习网 　　An' I could hear my scream

学习啦在线学习网 　　Goin' over an' over

　　In that echo be'ind th' barn.

学习啦在线学习网 　　Hearin' it agin an' agin like that

学习啦在线学习网 　　Scared me so, I dar'sn't scream any more.

学习啦在线学习网 　　I jest stood ther,

　　And looked at that hand.

　　I thought the echo'd begin to hammer like my heart,

　　But it didn't.

学习啦在线学习网 　　There was only th' wind,

　　Sighin' through the laylock leaves,

　　An' slappin' 'em up agin the house.

学习啦在线学习网 　　Well, I guess I looked at that hand

　　Most ten minits,

　　An' it never moved,

学习啦在线学习网 　　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.

学习啦在线学习网 　　That calmed me some,

学习啦在线学习网 　　An' I commenced to think I'd better git him out

学习啦在线学习网 　　From under them laylocks.

　　I planned to drag him in t' th' barn

　　An' lock him in ther till Clarence come in th' mornin'.

学习啦在线学习网 　　I got so mad thinkin' o' that all-fired brazen tramp

学习啦在线学习网 　　Asleep in my laylocks,

　　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.

　　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.

　　Thank you, Mis' Priest, that's better.

学习啦在线学习网 　　I'd ruther finish now I've begun.

　　Thank you, jest the same.

　　I dropped the hand's ef it'd be'n red hot

学习啦在线学习网 　　'Stead o' ice cold.

　　Fer a minit or two I jest laid on that grass

　　Pantin'.

　　Then I up and run to them laylocks

　　An' pulled 'em every which way.

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

　　Ther warn't nothin' ther.

　　I peeked an' pryed all about 'em,

学习啦在线学习网 　　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,

学习啦在线学习网 　　But I wanted to git that dret'ful hand out o' sight

　　I got in t' th' barn, somehow,

　　An' felt roun' till I got a spade.

　　I couldn't stop fer a lantern,

学习啦在线学习网 　　Besides, the moonlight was bright enough in all conscience.

　　Then I scooped that awful thing up in th' spade.

学习啦在线学习网 　　I had a sight o' trouble doin' it.

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

学习啦在线学习网 　　Ev'n to touch it with my foot to prop it,

　　But I done it somehow.

　　Then I carried it off be'ind the barn,

　　Clost to an old apple-tree

　　Where you couldn't see from the house,

学习啦在线学习网 　　An' I buried it,

学习啦在线学习网 　　Good an' deep.

　　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

学习啦在线学习网 　　And seed the earth all new turned

　　Where I left it in my hurry.

学习啦在线学习网 　　I did a heap o' gardenin'

　　That mornin'.

　　I couldn't cut no big sods

　　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'

　　When I got through.

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

学习啦在线学习网 　　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.

学习啦在线学习网 　　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

　　I wondered, could it be Hiram's,

　　But folks don't rob graveyards hereabouts.

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

　　I give up seein' people,

学习啦在线学习网 　　I was afeared I'd say somethin'.

学习啦在线学习网 　　You know what folks thought o' me

　　Better'n I do, I dessay,

　　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

　　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,

　　Not by a long ways.

　　Two year ago, Mr. Densmore made me an offer for Cherry's Orchard.

　　Well, I'd got used to th' thought o' bein' sort o' blighted,

学习啦在线学习网 　　An' I warn't scared no more.

　　Lived down my fear, I guess.

学习啦在线学习网 　　I'd kinder got used to th' thought o' that awful night,

学习啦在线学习网 　　And I didn't mope much about it.

学习啦在线学习网 　　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

　　An' all the things that had gone on ther.

学习啦在线学习网 　　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,

学习啦在线学习网 　　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.

学习啦在线学习网 　　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;

学习啦在线学习网 　　I guessed I wouldn't jump for a few old bones.

学习啦在线学习网 　　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'!

　　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

　　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,

学习啦在线学习网 　　But I ain't goin' to end in no county 'sylum

　　If I c'n help it.

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

　　I know 'em, don't you trouble.

　　I've fretted considerable about the 'sylum,

　　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,

　　I'm better now. I only dropped in in passin'.

　　I'll jest be steppin' along down to French's.

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

　　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.

　　I ain't a mite tired, thank you.

　　Good-night.