鲍勃迪伦诺贝尔文学 诺贝尔文学经典:《宠儿》第4章Part 5

诺贝尔文学经典:《宠儿》第4章Part 5  

"Through the muck and mist and glaam To our quiet cozy home
Where to singing sweet and lowRocks a cradle to and fro. Where the clock's dull monotone Telleth of the day that's done
Wherethe moonbeams hover o'er Playthings sleeping on the floor
Where my weary wee one lies ComethLady Button Eyes. "Layeth she her hands upon My dear weary little one
And those white handsoverspread Like a veil the curly head
Seem to fondle and Caress Every little silken tress. Then she smooths the eyelids down Over thoseo eyes of brown In such soothing tender wise Cometh Lady Button Eyes."
Amy sat quietly after her song
then repeated the last line before she stood
left the lean-to andwalked off a little ways to lean against a young ash. When she came back the sun was in the valleybelow and they were way above it in blue Kentucky light.
"You ain't dead yet
Lu? Lu?"
"Not yet."
"Make you a bet. You make it through the night
you make it all the way." Amy rearranged theleaves for fort and knelt down to massage the swollen feet again. "Give these one more realgood rub
" she said
and when Sethe sucked air through her teeth
she said
"Shut up. You got tokeep your mouth shut."
Careful of her tongue
Sethe bit down on her lips and let the good hands go to work to the tune of"So bees
sing soft and bees
sing low." Afterward
Amy moved to the other side of the lean-towhere
seated
she lowered her head toward her shoulder and braided her hair
saying
"Don't upand die on me in the night
you hear? I don't want to see your ugly black face hankering over you do die
just go on off somewhere where I can't see you
hear?"
"I hear
" said Sethe. I'll do what I can
miss."
Sethe never expected to see another thing in this world
so when she felt toes prodding her hip ittook a while to e out of a sleep she thought was death. She sat up
stiff and shivery
while Amylooked in on her juicy back.