艾米·洛威尔经典诗歌：Off the Turnpike

　　艾米·洛威尔，美国诗人，她的第一部诗集是《多彩玻璃顶》。1913年她在实验性的意象派运动中脱颖而出，并继埃兹拉·庞德之后而成为该运动的领袖人物。她运用“自由韵律散文”和自由诗的形式进行创作，被称为“无韵之韵”。下面学习啦小编为大家带来艾米·洛威尔经典诗歌：Off the Turnpike，欢迎大家阅读!

　　Off the Turnpike

学习啦在线学习网 　　Good ev'nin', Mis' Priest.

　　I jest stepped in to tell you Good-bye.

学习啦在线学习网 　　Yes, it's all over.

学习啦在线学习网 　　All my things is packed

　　An' every last one o' them boxes

　　Is on Bradley's team

学习啦在线学习网 　　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

　　Not to be goin' to see Cherry's Orchard no more,

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

　　Why, I al'ays say it can't come too quick.

学习啦在线学习网 　　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,

　　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

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.

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.

　　Lor', no, Mis' Priest,

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

学习啦在线学习网 　　Mebbe he wouldn't be so stuck on the view

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

学习啦在线学习网 　　Same's as I have.

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

学习啦在线学习网 　　But it's so pressed into me

　　I c'n see't with my eyes shut.

　　No. I ain't cold, Mis' Priest,

　　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.

　　My! But that tea's revivin'.

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

　　No, no, I don't cal'late on comin' back,

学习啦在线学习网 　　That's why I'd ruther be to Chicago,

　　Boston's too near.

　　It ain't cold, Mis' Priest,

学习啦在线学习网 　　It's jest my thoughts.

学习啦在线学习网 　　I ain't sick, only --

学习啦在线学习网 　　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,

学习啦在线学习网 　　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.

学习啦在线学习网 　　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.

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.

学习啦在线学习网 　　'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.Hiram was too,

　　Al'ays liked to ask a neighbor in,

　　An' ev'n when he died,

　　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,

　　Comin' in fer an hour or two.

　　Well, that eighteenth o' June

学习啦在线学习网 　　I was goin' round,

　　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.

学习啦在线学习网 　　I ain't stuck on 'em no more.

　　Well, them laylock bushes side o' th' house

　　Was real lovely.

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

　　An' the smell o' them rose right up

　　An' most took my breath away.

　　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.

　　I was al'ays partial to a sweet scent,

　　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

学习啦在线学习网 　　I saw, layin' right at my feet,

学习啦在线学习网 　　A man's hand!

　　It was as white's the side o' th' house,

学习啦在线学习网 　　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

　　In that echo be'ind th' barn.

　　Hearin' it agin an' agin like that

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

　　I jest stood ther,

学习啦在线学习网 　　And looked at that hand.

　　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,

　　An' slappin' 'em up agin the house.

　　Well, I guess I looked at that hand

学习啦在线学习网 　　Most ten minits,

学习啦在线学习网 　　An' it never moved,

　　Jest lay there white as white.