a wagner matinee-第3章
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drawn breath and turned to my aunt。 Her eyes were closed; but
the tears were glistening on her cheeks; and I think; in a moment
more; they were in my eyes as well。 It never really died; then
the soul that can suffer so excruciatingly and so interminably;
it withers to the outward eye only; like that strange moss which
can lie on a dusty shelf half a century and yet; if placed in
water; grows green again。 She wept so throughout the development
and elaboration of the melody。
During the intermission before the second half of the concert; I
questioned my aunt and found that the 〃Prize Song〃 was not new to
her。 Some years before there had drifted to the farm in Red Willow
County a young German; a tramp cowpuncher; who had sung the chorus
at Bayreuth; when he was a boy; along with the other peasant boys
and girls。 Of a Sunday morning he used to sit on his
gingham…sheeted bed in the hands' bedroom which opened off the
kitchen; cleaning the leather of his boots and saddle; singing the
〃Prize Song;〃 while my aunt went about her work in the kitchen。
She had hovered about him until she had prevailed upon him to join
the country church; though his sole fitness for this step; insofar
as I could gather; lay in his boyish face and his possession of
this divine melody。 Shortly afterward he had gone to town on the
Fourth of July; been drunk for several days; lost his money at a
faro table; ridden a saddled Texan steer on a bet; and disappeared
with a fractured collarbone。 All this my aunt told me huskily;
wanderingly; as though she were talking in the weak lapses of
illness。
〃Well; we have come to better things than the old Trovatore
at any rate; Aunt Georgie?〃 I queried; with a well…meant effort
at jocularity。
Her lip quivered and she hastily put her handkerchief up to
her mouth。 From behind it she murmured; 〃And you have been
hearing this ever since you left me; Clark?〃 Her question was the
gentlest and saddest of reproaches。
The second half of the program consisted of four numbers from the
Ring; and closed with Siegfried's funeral march。 My
aunt wept quietly; but almost continuously; as a shallow vessel
overflows in a rainstorm。 From time to time her dim eyes looked
up at the lights which studded the ceiling; burning softly under
their dull glass globes; doubtless they were stars in truth to
her。 I was still perplexed as to what measure of musical
comprehension was left to her; she who had heard nothing but the
singing of gospel hymns at Methodist services in the square frame
schoolhouse on Section Thirteen for so many years。 I was wholly
unable to gauge how much of it had been dissolved in soapsuds; or
worked into bread; or milked into the bottom of a pail。
The deluge of sound poured on and on; I never knew what she
found in the shining current of it; I never knew how far it bore
her; or past what happy islands。 From the trembling of her face
I could well believe that before the last numbers she had been
carried out where the myriad graves are; into the gray;
nameless burying grounds of the sea; or into some world of death
vaster yet; where; from the beginning of the world; hope has lain
down with hope and dream with dream and; renouncing; slept。
The concert was over; the people filed out of the hall
chattering and laughing; glad to relax and find the living level
again; but my kinswoman made no effort to rise。 The harpist
slipped its green felt cover over his instrument; the flute
players shook the water from their mouthpieces; the men of the
orchestra went out one by one; leaving the stage to the chairs
and music stands; empty as a winter cornfield。
I spoke to my aunt。 She burst into tears and sobbed pleadingly。
〃I don't want to go; Clark; I don't want to go!〃
I understood。 For her; just outside the door of the concert
hall; lay the black pond with the cattle…tracked bluffs; the
tall; unpainted house; with weather…curled boards; naked as a
tower; the crook…backed ash seedlings where the dishcloths hung
to dry; the gaunt; molting turkeys picking up refuse about the
kitchen door。
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