第 6 节
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希望之舟 更新:2021-02-19 20:52 字数:9322
Mortgaged to Thomas Rhodes?
And when I got home that night;
(After listening to the story of the buggy ride;
And the finding of Zora in the ditch;)
The first thing I saw; right there by the steps;
Where the boys had hacked for angle worms;
Was the hatchet!
And just as I entered there was my wife;
Standing before me; big with child。
She started the talk of the mortgaged farm;
And I killed her。
State's Attorney Fallas
l; THE scourge…wielder; balance…wrecker;
Smiter with whips and swords;
I; hater of the breakers of the law;
I; legalist; inexorable and bitter;
Driving the jury to hang the madman; Barry Holden;
Was made as one dead by light too bright for eyes;
And woke to face a Truth with bloody brow:
Steel forceps fumbled by a doctor's hand
Against my boy's head as he entered life
Made him an idiot。 I turned to books of science
To care for him。
That's how the world of those whose minds are sick
Became my work in life; and all my world。
Poor ruined boy! You were; at last; the potter
And I and all my deeds of charity
The vessels of your hand。
Wendell P。 Bloyd
THEY first charged me with disorderly conduct;
There being no statute on blasphemy。
Later they locked me up as insane
Where I was beaten to death by a Catholic guard。
My offense was this:
I said God lied to Adam; and destined him
To lead the life of a fool;
Ignorant that there is evil in the world as well as good。
And when Adam outwitted God by eating the apple
And saw through the lie;
God drove him out of Eden to keep him from taking
The fruit of immortal life。
For Christ's sake; you sensible people;
Here's what God Himself says about it in the book of Genesis:
〃And the Lord God said; behold the man
Is become as one of us〃 (a little envy; you see);
〃To know good and evil〃 (The all…is…good lie exposed):
〃And now lest he put forth his hand and take
Also of the tree of life and eat; and live forever:
Therefore the Lord God sent Him forth from the garden of Eden。〃 (The
reason I believe God crucified His Own Son
To get out of the wretched tangle is; because it sounds just like Him。 )
Francis Turner
I COULD not run or play In boyhood。
In manhood I could only sip the cup;
Not drink For scarlet…fever left my heart diseased。
Yet I lie here
Soothed by a secret none but Mary knows:
There is a garden of acacia;
Catalpa trees; and arbors sweet with vines
There on that afternoon in June By Mary's side
Kissing her with my soul upon my lips
It suddenly took flight。
Franklin Jones
IF I could have lived another year
I could have finished my flying machine;
And become rich and famous。
Hence it is fitting the workman
Who tried to chisel a dove for me
Made it look more like a chicken。
For what is it all but being hatched;
And running about the yard;
To the day of the block?
Save that a man has an angel's brain;
And sees the ax from the first!
John M。 Church
I WAS attorney for the 〃Q〃
And the Indemnity Company which insured
The owners of the mine。
I pulled the wires with judge and jury;
And the upper courts; to beat the claims
Of the crippled; the widow and orphan;
And made a fortune thereat。
The bar association sang my praises In a high…flown resolution。
And the floral tributes were many
But the rats devoured my heart
And a snake made a nest in my skull
Russian Sonia
I; BORN in Weimar
Of a mother who was French
And German father; a most learned professor;
Orphaned at fourteen years;
Became a dancer; known as Russian Sonia;
All up and down the boulevards of Paris;
Mistress betimes of sundry dukes and counts;
And later of poor artists and of poets。
At forty years; pass?e; I sought New York
And met old Patrick Hummer on the boat;
Red…faced and hale; though turned his sixtieth year;
Returning after having sold a ship…load
Of cattle in the German city; Hamburg。
He brought me to Spoon River and we lived here
For twenty yearsthey thought that we were married
This oak tree near me is the favorite haunt
Of blue jays chattering; chattering all the day。
And why not? for my very dust is laughing
For thinking of the humorous thing called life。
Barney Hainsfeather
IF the excursion train to Peoria
Had just been wrecked; I might have escaped with my life
Certainly I should have escaped this place。
But as it was burned as well; they mistook me
For John Allen who was sent to the Hebrew Cemetery At Chicago; And
lohn for me; so I lie here。
It was bad enough to run a clothing store in this town;
But to be buried hereach!
Petit; the Poet
SEEDS in a dry pod; tick; tick; tick;
Tick; tick; tick; like mites in a quarrel
Faint iambics that the full breeze wakens
But the pine tree makes a symphony thereof。
Triolets; villanelles; rondels; rondeaus;
Ballades by the score with the same old thought:
The snows and the roses of yesterday are vanished;
And what is love but a rose that fades?
Life all around me here in the village:
Tragedy; comedy; valor and truth;
Courage; constancy; heroism; failure
All in the loom; and oh what patterns!
Woodlands; meadows; streams and rivers
Blind to all of it all my life long。
Triolets; villanelles; rondels; rondeaus;
Seeds in a dry pod; tick; tick; tick; Tick; tick; tick; what little iambics;
While Homer and Whitman roared in the pines?
Pauline Barrett
ALMOST the shell of a woman after the surgeon's knife
And almost a year to creep back into strength;
Till the dawn of our wedding decennial
Found me my seeming self again。
We walked the forest together;
By a path of soundless moss and turf。
But I could not look in your eyes;
And you could not look in my eyes;
For such sorrow was oursthe beginning of gray in your hair。
And I but a shell of myself。
And what did we talk of? sky and water;
Anything; Omost; to hide our thoughts。
And then your gift of wild roses;
Set on the table to grace our dinner。
Poor heart; how bravely you struggled
To imagine and live a remembered rapture!
Then my spirit drooped as the night came on;
And you left me alone in my room for a while;
As you did when I was a bride; poor heart。
And I looked in the mirror and something said:
〃One should be all dead when one is half…dead〃
Nor ever mock life; nor ever cheat love。〃
And I did it looking there in the mirror
Dear; have you ever understood?
Mrs。 Charles Bliss
REVEREND WILEY advised me not to divorce him
For the sake of the children;
And Judge Somers advised him the same。
So we stuck to the end of the path。
But two of the children thought he was right;
And two of the children thought I was right。
And the two who sided with him blamed me;
And the two who sided with me blamed him;
And they grieved for the one they sided with。
And all were torn with the guilt of judging;
And tortured in soul because they could not admire
Equally him and me。
Now every gardener knows that plants grown in cellars
Or under stones are twisted and yellow and weak。
And no mother would let her baby suck
Diseased milk from her breast。
Yet preachers and judges advise the raising of souls
Where there is no sunlight; but only twilight;
No warmth; but only dampness and cold
Preachers and judges!
Mrs。 George Reece
To this generation I would say:
Memorize some bit of verse of truth or beauty。
It may serve a turn in your life。
My husband had nothing to do
With the fall of the bankhe was only cashier。
The wreck was due to the president; Thomas Rhodes;
And his vain; unscrupulous son。
Yet my husband was sent to prison;
And I was left with the children;
To feed and clothe and school them。
And I did it; and sent them forth
Into the world all clean and strong;
And all through the wisdom of Pope; the poet:
〃Act well your part; there all the honor lies。〃
Rev。 Lemuel Wiley
I PREACHED four thousand sermons;
I conducted forty revivals;
And baptized many converts。
Yet no deed of mine
Shines brighter in the memory of the world;
And none is treasured more by me:
Look how I saved the Blisses from divorce;
And kept the children free from that disgrace;
To grow up into moral men and women;
Happy themselves; a credit to the village。
Thomas Ross; Jr。
THIS I saw with my own eyes: A cliffswallow
Made her nest in a hole of the high clay…bank
There near Miller's Ford。
But no sooner were the young hatched
Than a snake crawled up to the nest
To devour the brood。
Then the mother swallow with swift flutterings
And shrill cries
Fought at the snake;
Blinding him with the beat of her wings;
Until he; wriggling and rearing his head;
Fell backward down the bank
Into Spoon River and was drowned。
Scarcely an hour passed
Until a shrike
Impaled the mother swallow on a thorn。
As for myself I overcame my lower nature
Only to be destroyed by my brother's ambition。
Rev。 Abner Peet
I HAD no objection at all
To selling my household effects at auction
On the village square。
It gave my beloved flock the chance
To get something which had belonged to me
For a memorial。
But that trunk which was struck off
To Burchard; the grog…keeper!
Did you know it contained the manuscripts
Of a lifetime of sermons?
And he burned them as waste paper。
Jefferson Howard
MY valiant fight! For I call it valiant;
With my father's beliefs from old Vi