The Cabinet of Edgar Allan Poe-1
ImagiheRepublic!whenhepossessessvirtues;noSpartan,he.Eachtimehetiltsthejugtogreettheausterem,hissoberfrieantlycur:"Nomanissafewhodrinksbeforebreakfast."Whereistheblackstarofmelancholy?Elsewhere;nothere.Hereitisalwaysm;stern,democraticlightscrubsapparitionsoffthestreetsdownwhichhisdangerousfeetmustgo.
Perhaps...perhapstheblackstarofmelancholywashidinginthedarkatthebottomofthejugallthetime...itmightbethewholethingisalittlesecretbetweenthejugandhimself...
Heturnsbacktogoandlook;ailesslightofondayhitshimfullinthefacelikeablowfromtheeyeofGod.Struck,hereels.Wherehehide,wheretherearenoshadows?TheysplittheRepublitwo,theyhalvedtheappleofknowledge,whitelightstrikesthetophalfandleavestherestinshadow;uphere,upnorth,inthelevellinglatitudes,amanmustmakehisownpenumbraifhewantscealmentbecausethemassive,heroiclightoftheRepublicadmitsofnoambiguities.Eitheryouareasaint;orastranger.Heisastranger,here,agentlemanupfriniasomewhatdownonhislud,alas,hemaynotihePrinceofDarkness(alerfetleman)inhiscausesiheabsolutenightwhichistheantithesistothesedaysofrectitude,thereisnoaristocracy.
PoestaggersuheweightoftheDeclarationofIndependence.Peoplethinkheisdrunk.
Heisdrunk.
Theprinexilelurchesthroughthenew-foundland.
Soyousayheoveracts?Verywell;heoveracts.Thereisapasthistoryofhistrionihisfamily.Hismotherwas,astheysay,borninatrunk,grease-paintinherbloodstream,andmadeherfirstappearananystageinherninthsummerinahiss-the-villainmelodramaentitledMysteriesoftheCastle.Onsheskippedtosingaballadcladityragsofaballetgypsy.
Itwastheeveningoftheeighteeury.
Atthishour,thisveryhour,faraaris,FraheappallingdungeonsoftheBastille,oldSadeisjerkingoff.Grunt,groan,grunt,ontotheprisonfloor...aaaagh!Heseedsdragoh.Outofeachejaculatiupaswarmoffully-armed,mad-eyedhomunculi.Everythingisabouttosuccumbtodelirium.
Heedlessofallthis,Poesfuturemotherskippedontoastageinthefresh-hatchedAmerirepublictosinganold-worldballadcladityragsofaballetgypsy.Herdancersgrace,pipingtreble,darkcurls,rosycheeks--cutekid!Ahsomethingi,somethingappealingihatstruckdirectlytotheheartsothatthesmokyauditoriumbrokeoutinraucoussealcheersforherandclappeditsleatherpalmstogetherwithawill.Astarwasbornthatnightintherudefirmamentoffit-upsanddle-footlights,butshewastobeashootingstar;sheflickeredbrieflyinthevoid,shetiheiabletrajectoryofthemeteor,downward.Shehittheboardsandtrodthem.
But,wellafterpuberty,shewasstillable,thankstoherlowstatureandslimbuild,totiopersonatechildren,cleverlittledudprattlersofbothsexes.Yetshewasversatilitypersonified;shecoulddoyouOphelia,too.
Shehadalow,melodiousvoiceofsingularsweetness,anexcellentthinginawoman.WhencrazedOpheliahandedroundtherosemaryandrueandsang:"Heisdeadandgone,lady,"notadryeyeinthehouse,Iassureyou.ShealsotriedherhandatJulietandCordeliaand,ifnecessary,couldpersohemerriestsoubrette;evenwhenrackedbythenauseasnaillshewouldsmile,wouldsmileandoh!thedazzlingdourofherteeth!
Outpoppedherfirstborn,Henry;hersed,Edgar,camejostlingaftertoshareherkhherscriptsandsuckleatherbosomwhileshelearnedherlines,yetshewasalwaysword-perfectevenwhensheplayedtwopartsintheonenight,OpheliaorJulietandthen,say,LittlePickle,thecutekidierpiece,fortheaudiehosedaysrefusedtoleavethetheatreafteratragedyuheplayersgedesandcamebacktogivethemalittlesomethiratocheerthemupagain.
LittlePicklewasatrousersrole.Sheranbacktothegreen-roomandundidthetopbuttonsofherwaistcoattoletoutasore,milkybreasttopacifylittleEdgarwho,wakehehootsandcatcallsthathadgreetedhertoovoluptuousimitationofaboy,likewisehowledandscreamed.
Amugofporterorabottleofwhiskystoodonthedressing-tableallthetime.ShedippedaplugofcottoninwhiskyandgaveittoEdgartosuckwhenhewouldnotst.
Thefatherofherchildrenwasabadactorandonlyevercarriedaspearinthemanypaniesinwhichsheworked.Heoftenstayedbehindinthegreen-roomtolookafterthelittleones.DavidPoetippedatumblerofgintoEdgarslipstokeephimquiet.Thered-eyedAngelofIntemperancehoppedoutofthebottleofardentspiritsandsnuggleddowninlittleEdgarslongclothes.Meanwhile,onstage,herfinalchild,inutero,stitcheditsfleshandboogetherasbestitcoulduhecorsetthatpreservedthetheatricalillusionofMrsElizabethPoeseighteen-inchwaistuntiltheeleventhhour,thetenthmonth.
ApplauserockedroundthewoodenO.Lovingmotherthatshewas--forwehavenoreasontobelievethatshewasnot--MrsPoeexitedthepaintedsetocramherjewelsonherkneewhiletiredtearsrahroughherrougeandsplashedupontheirpeakyfaces.Themonotonousclamouroftheirparentsargumehematlasttosleepbuttheunborhewombpresseditstransparenthandsoveritsvestigialearsinterror.
(Tobebornatallmightbetheworstthing.)
However,bornatlastthislastchildwas,oneJulyafternooniheatricalb-houseinNewYorkCityaftermanyhoursoedbedwhilefliesbuzzedatthewindowpanes.EdgarandHenry,onapalletonthefloor,heldhands.Themidwifehadtouseapairofbluntirontongstoscoopouttherelutweething;thesheetwastentedupoverMrsPoeslowerhalfformodestysothetoddlerssawnothingexceptthemidwifebrandishingherdreadfulinstrumentaheyheardtheshrillcryofthenew-bornintheexhaustedsilence,likethesoundofthebladeofaskateonidsomethingbloodyasafresh-pulledtoothtwitchedbetweenthemidwifespincers.
Itwasagirl.
DavidPoespenthiswifesfiinanearbytaveringthebabyshead.Whenhecamebadsawthemesshevomited.
Then,beforehissonsbewilderedeyes,theirfatherbegantogrowinsubstantial.Heunbecame.Allatohisoutlinesaowaverontheair.Itwastwilitevening.Mamasleptonthebedwithafreshmauvebudoffleshinabasketonthechairbesideher.Theairshudderedwiththebeginningofabsence.
Hesaidnotonewordtohisboysbutwentonevaporatinguntilhemeltedaway,leavingbehindhimintheroomasproofhehadbeenthereonlyapuddleofpukeonthesplinteredfloorboards.
Assoonasthedesertedwifegotoutofbed,sheposteddowntiniawithherhowlingbratsbecauseshewasbookedforatouroftheSouthandshehadnomoawaysoallthebabiesgottoeatwashersweat.ShedraggedthemwithherinatrunktoCharleston;toNorfolk;thenbacktoRid.
Downthere,itisthefoetidheightofsummer.
Strippedtoherchemiseintheairlessdressing-room,shemilkshersorebreastintoaglass;thislatestbabymustbeweanedbeforeitsmotherdies.
Shecoughed.Sheslappedmore,yetmeonhernowhaggardcheekbones."Mychildren!whatwillbeychildren?"Hereyesglitteredandsoonacquiredafebrilebrilliawasnotofthisworld.Soonsheneededneatall;redsphterthanrougeappearedoftheirownaccordonhercheekswhileveinsasblueasthoseinStiltoncheesebutmuscular,palpitating,promi,lithe,stoodoutofherforehead.InLittlePicklesvestandbreechesitwasnotnowpossibleforhertocreatetheleastsuspensionofdisbeliefandsomethingdesperate,somethingfatalinherdistractedplayingbothfasatedandappalledthewitnesses,whocouldhavethoughttheysawtheliviuresofdeathitselfuponherface.Hermirror,theactresssfriend,themagicmirrorinwhichsheseeswhomshehasbee,nolongeraowledgedanybutadeathshead.
Themoist,sullen,Southernwintersignedherquietus.SheputonOpheliasmadwomansnightgownforherfarewell.
Whenshesummonedhim,thespectralhorsemancame.Edgarlookedoutofthewindowandsawhim.Thesoundlesshoovesofblack-plumedhorsesstrucksparksfromthestoheroadoutside."Father!"saidEdgar;hethoughttheirfathermusthaverestitutedhimselfatthislastextremityiransportthemalltoabetterplacebut,whenhelookedmoreclosely,bythelightofagibbousmoohesocketsoftheanseyeswerefullofworms.
Theytoldherchildrenthatnowshecouldebacktotakenocurtain-callsnomatterhowfiercelyallapplaudedthemanneroing.Loversofthetheatrepliedherhearsewithbouquets:"AndfromherpureanduncorruptedfleshMayvioletsspring."(Notadryeyeinthehouse.)Thethreeorphanedinfantsweredispersedintothebosomsofcharitableprotectors.Eachgavetheclay-coldcheekafinalkiss;theookissedandparted,EdgarfromHenry,Henryfromthetinyonewhodidnotmoveorcrybutlaystillahereyestightshut.Whenshallthesethreemeetagain?Thechurchbelltolled:nevernevernevernevernever.
KindMrAllaninia,Edgarsownparticularbeor,whowouldbuyhisbread,henceforward,tookhischargeslittlehandandledhimfromthefuneral.EdgarpartedhishemiddletomakeroomforMrAllani.Edgarwasthenthreeyearsold.MrAllanusheredhimintoSouthernaffluence,downthere;butdonotthinkhismotherleftEdgaremptyhanded,althoughthedeadactresswasabletoleavehimonlywhatcouldakenawayfromhim,towit,afewtatteredmemories.
TESTAMENTOFMRSELIZABETHPOE
Item:nourishment.Atitsuckedinagreen-room,thedugsnatchedawayfromthetoothlesslipsassoonashercuecame,sothat,ofnourishment,hewouldretainonlythememoryofhungerandthirstendlesslyunsatisified.
Item:transformation.Thisisamoreambivalentreliethinglikethis...Edgarwouldlieinprop-basketsonheapsofartificialfineryandwatchherwhileshepaintedherface.Thedlesmadeaprofaarofthemirrorinwhichhervaguefaceswamlikeamagicfish.Ifyoucaughtholdofit,itwouldmakeyourdreamsetruebutMamaslitheredthroughalltheswhichdesiresetouttocatchher.
Shestuckglassjewelsinherears,pinnedbackhernut-brownhairandtiedamuslinbandageroundherhead,lookinglikeacorpseforamiheheyellowwig.Nowyouseeher,nowyoudont;bruurnsblohewinkofaneye.
Mamaturnsroundtoshowhowshehasgedintothelovelyladyheglimpsedinthemirror.
"Donttouchme,youllmessme."
Andvanishesinasusurrationoftaffeta.
Item:thatwomenpossesswithinthemacry,athingthatobeextracted...butthisisonlythedimmestofmemoriesandwillreassertitselfinvagueshapesofuionabledreadonlyattheprospectofale.
Item:theawarenessofmortality.For,assoonasherlastchildwasborn,ifnotbefore,shestartedtorehearseinprivatethelongpartofdying;onceshebegantocoughshehadnooption.
Item:aface,theperfectfaceicactor,hisface,whiteskichedtightoverfine,whitebonesinafinalstateofwonderfullylucidemaciation.松语文学www.16sy.coM免费小说阅读
Perhaps...perhapstheblackstarofmelancholywashidinginthedarkatthebottomofthejugallthetime...itmightbethewholethingisalittlesecretbetweenthejugandhimself...
Heturnsbacktogoandlook;ailesslightofondayhitshimfullinthefacelikeablowfromtheeyeofGod.Struck,hereels.Wherehehide,wheretherearenoshadows?TheysplittheRepublitwo,theyhalvedtheappleofknowledge,whitelightstrikesthetophalfandleavestherestinshadow;uphere,upnorth,inthelevellinglatitudes,amanmustmakehisownpenumbraifhewantscealmentbecausethemassive,heroiclightoftheRepublicadmitsofnoambiguities.Eitheryouareasaint;orastranger.Heisastranger,here,agentlemanupfriniasomewhatdownonhislud,alas,hemaynotihePrinceofDarkness(alerfetleman)inhiscausesiheabsolutenightwhichistheantithesistothesedaysofrectitude,thereisnoaristocracy.
PoestaggersuheweightoftheDeclarationofIndependence.Peoplethinkheisdrunk.
Heisdrunk.
Theprinexilelurchesthroughthenew-foundland.
Soyousayheoveracts?Verywell;heoveracts.Thereisapasthistoryofhistrionihisfamily.Hismotherwas,astheysay,borninatrunk,grease-paintinherbloodstream,andmadeherfirstappearananystageinherninthsummerinahiss-the-villainmelodramaentitledMysteriesoftheCastle.Onsheskippedtosingaballadcladityragsofaballetgypsy.
Itwastheeveningoftheeighteeury.
Atthishour,thisveryhour,faraaris,FraheappallingdungeonsoftheBastille,oldSadeisjerkingoff.Grunt,groan,grunt,ontotheprisonfloor...aaaagh!Heseedsdragoh.Outofeachejaculatiupaswarmoffully-armed,mad-eyedhomunculi.Everythingisabouttosuccumbtodelirium.
Heedlessofallthis,Poesfuturemotherskippedontoastageinthefresh-hatchedAmerirepublictosinganold-worldballadcladityragsofaballetgypsy.Herdancersgrace,pipingtreble,darkcurls,rosycheeks--cutekid!Ahsomethingi,somethingappealingihatstruckdirectlytotheheartsothatthesmokyauditoriumbrokeoutinraucoussealcheersforherandclappeditsleatherpalmstogetherwithawill.Astarwasbornthatnightintherudefirmamentoffit-upsanddle-footlights,butshewastobeashootingstar;sheflickeredbrieflyinthevoid,shetiheiabletrajectoryofthemeteor,downward.Shehittheboardsandtrodthem.
But,wellafterpuberty,shewasstillable,thankstoherlowstatureandslimbuild,totiopersonatechildren,cleverlittledudprattlersofbothsexes.Yetshewasversatilitypersonified;shecoulddoyouOphelia,too.
Shehadalow,melodiousvoiceofsingularsweetness,anexcellentthinginawoman.WhencrazedOpheliahandedroundtherosemaryandrueandsang:"Heisdeadandgone,lady,"notadryeyeinthehouse,Iassureyou.ShealsotriedherhandatJulietandCordeliaand,ifnecessary,couldpersohemerriestsoubrette;evenwhenrackedbythenauseasnaillshewouldsmile,wouldsmileandoh!thedazzlingdourofherteeth!
Outpoppedherfirstborn,Henry;hersed,Edgar,camejostlingaftertoshareherkhherscriptsandsuckleatherbosomwhileshelearnedherlines,yetshewasalwaysword-perfectevenwhensheplayedtwopartsintheonenight,OpheliaorJulietandthen,say,LittlePickle,thecutekidierpiece,fortheaudiehosedaysrefusedtoleavethetheatreafteratragedyuheplayersgedesandcamebacktogivethemalittlesomethiratocheerthemupagain.
LittlePicklewasatrousersrole.Sheranbacktothegreen-roomandundidthetopbuttonsofherwaistcoattoletoutasore,milkybreasttopacifylittleEdgarwho,wakehehootsandcatcallsthathadgreetedhertoovoluptuousimitationofaboy,likewisehowledandscreamed.
Amugofporterorabottleofwhiskystoodonthedressing-tableallthetime.ShedippedaplugofcottoninwhiskyandgaveittoEdgartosuckwhenhewouldnotst.
Thefatherofherchildrenwasabadactorandonlyevercarriedaspearinthemanypaniesinwhichsheworked.Heoftenstayedbehindinthegreen-roomtolookafterthelittleones.DavidPoetippedatumblerofgintoEdgarslipstokeephimquiet.Thered-eyedAngelofIntemperancehoppedoutofthebottleofardentspiritsandsnuggleddowninlittleEdgarslongclothes.Meanwhile,onstage,herfinalchild,inutero,stitcheditsfleshandboogetherasbestitcoulduhecorsetthatpreservedthetheatricalillusionofMrsElizabethPoeseighteen-inchwaistuntiltheeleventhhour,thetenthmonth.
ApplauserockedroundthewoodenO.Lovingmotherthatshewas--forwehavenoreasontobelievethatshewasnot--MrsPoeexitedthepaintedsetocramherjewelsonherkneewhiletiredtearsrahroughherrougeandsplashedupontheirpeakyfaces.Themonotonousclamouroftheirparentsargumehematlasttosleepbuttheunborhewombpresseditstransparenthandsoveritsvestigialearsinterror.
(Tobebornatallmightbetheworstthing.)
However,bornatlastthislastchildwas,oneJulyafternooniheatricalb-houseinNewYorkCityaftermanyhoursoedbedwhilefliesbuzzedatthewindowpanes.EdgarandHenry,onapalletonthefloor,heldhands.Themidwifehadtouseapairofbluntirontongstoscoopouttherelutweething;thesheetwastentedupoverMrsPoeslowerhalfformodestysothetoddlerssawnothingexceptthemidwifebrandishingherdreadfulinstrumentaheyheardtheshrillcryofthenew-bornintheexhaustedsilence,likethesoundofthebladeofaskateonidsomethingbloodyasafresh-pulledtoothtwitchedbetweenthemidwifespincers.
Itwasagirl.
DavidPoespenthiswifesfiinanearbytaveringthebabyshead.Whenhecamebadsawthemesshevomited.
Then,beforehissonsbewilderedeyes,theirfatherbegantogrowinsubstantial.Heunbecame.Allatohisoutlinesaowaverontheair.Itwastwilitevening.Mamasleptonthebedwithafreshmauvebudoffleshinabasketonthechairbesideher.Theairshudderedwiththebeginningofabsence.
Hesaidnotonewordtohisboysbutwentonevaporatinguntilhemeltedaway,leavingbehindhimintheroomasproofhehadbeenthereonlyapuddleofpukeonthesplinteredfloorboards.
Assoonasthedesertedwifegotoutofbed,sheposteddowntiniawithherhowlingbratsbecauseshewasbookedforatouroftheSouthandshehadnomoawaysoallthebabiesgottoeatwashersweat.ShedraggedthemwithherinatrunktoCharleston;toNorfolk;thenbacktoRid.
Downthere,itisthefoetidheightofsummer.
Strippedtoherchemiseintheairlessdressing-room,shemilkshersorebreastintoaglass;thislatestbabymustbeweanedbeforeitsmotherdies.
Shecoughed.Sheslappedmore,yetmeonhernowhaggardcheekbones."Mychildren!whatwillbeychildren?"Hereyesglitteredandsoonacquiredafebrilebrilliawasnotofthisworld.Soonsheneededneatall;redsphterthanrougeappearedoftheirownaccordonhercheekswhileveinsasblueasthoseinStiltoncheesebutmuscular,palpitating,promi,lithe,stoodoutofherforehead.InLittlePicklesvestandbreechesitwasnotnowpossibleforhertocreatetheleastsuspensionofdisbeliefandsomethingdesperate,somethingfatalinherdistractedplayingbothfasatedandappalledthewitnesses,whocouldhavethoughttheysawtheliviuresofdeathitselfuponherface.Hermirror,theactresssfriend,themagicmirrorinwhichsheseeswhomshehasbee,nolongeraowledgedanybutadeathshead.
Themoist,sullen,Southernwintersignedherquietus.SheputonOpheliasmadwomansnightgownforherfarewell.
Whenshesummonedhim,thespectralhorsemancame.Edgarlookedoutofthewindowandsawhim.Thesoundlesshoovesofblack-plumedhorsesstrucksparksfromthestoheroadoutside."Father!"saidEdgar;hethoughttheirfathermusthaverestitutedhimselfatthislastextremityiransportthemalltoabetterplacebut,whenhelookedmoreclosely,bythelightofagibbousmoohesocketsoftheanseyeswerefullofworms.
Theytoldherchildrenthatnowshecouldebacktotakenocurtain-callsnomatterhowfiercelyallapplaudedthemanneroing.Loversofthetheatrepliedherhearsewithbouquets:"AndfromherpureanduncorruptedfleshMayvioletsspring."(Notadryeyeinthehouse.)Thethreeorphanedinfantsweredispersedintothebosomsofcharitableprotectors.Eachgavetheclay-coldcheekafinalkiss;theookissedandparted,EdgarfromHenry,Henryfromthetinyonewhodidnotmoveorcrybutlaystillahereyestightshut.Whenshallthesethreemeetagain?Thechurchbelltolled:nevernevernevernevernever.
KindMrAllaninia,Edgarsownparticularbeor,whowouldbuyhisbread,henceforward,tookhischargeslittlehandandledhimfromthefuneral.EdgarpartedhishemiddletomakeroomforMrAllani.Edgarwasthenthreeyearsold.MrAllanusheredhimintoSouthernaffluence,downthere;butdonotthinkhismotherleftEdgaremptyhanded,althoughthedeadactresswasabletoleavehimonlywhatcouldakenawayfromhim,towit,afewtatteredmemories.
TESTAMENTOFMRSELIZABETHPOE
Item:nourishment.Atitsuckedinagreen-room,thedugsnatchedawayfromthetoothlesslipsassoonashercuecame,sothat,ofnourishment,hewouldretainonlythememoryofhungerandthirstendlesslyunsatisified.
Item:transformation.Thisisamoreambivalentreliethinglikethis...Edgarwouldlieinprop-basketsonheapsofartificialfineryandwatchherwhileshepaintedherface.Thedlesmadeaprofaarofthemirrorinwhichhervaguefaceswamlikeamagicfish.Ifyoucaughtholdofit,itwouldmakeyourdreamsetruebutMamaslitheredthroughalltheswhichdesiresetouttocatchher.
Shestuckglassjewelsinherears,pinnedbackhernut-brownhairandtiedamuslinbandageroundherhead,lookinglikeacorpseforamiheheyellowwig.Nowyouseeher,nowyoudont;bruurnsblohewinkofaneye.
Mamaturnsroundtoshowhowshehasgedintothelovelyladyheglimpsedinthemirror.
"Donttouchme,youllmessme."
Andvanishesinasusurrationoftaffeta.
Item:thatwomenpossesswithinthemacry,athingthatobeextracted...butthisisonlythedimmestofmemoriesandwillreassertitselfinvagueshapesofuionabledreadonlyattheprospectofale.
Item:theawarenessofmortality.For,assoonasherlastchildwasborn,ifnotbefore,shestartedtorehearseinprivatethelongpartofdying;onceshebegantocoughshehadnooption.
Item:aface,theperfectfaceicactor,hisface,whiteskichedtightoverfine,whitebonesinafinalstateofwonderfullylucidemaciation.松语文学www.16sy.coM免费小说阅读
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