’羅’勞’斯’’巴
(PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR)

玉米甜’’’熟
When De Co'n Pone's Hot

’羅’勞’斯’’巴(1872-1906)’’國第’’黑’職’’’’’’最早’’’國’黑’’’之’’’母原’都’黑奴’’親’’’’’難民營’國參’’’戰’’’巴’’亥’’’’’’’’’’’中學�堸腄式朱癒汙ル矷式有齱江銵式式朵瞴曲颲煄式式式式式式式式式式曳纂戎遘硍陛汙騞臐式式汗央�(1893)’而’’’梯乘’’售’’’第’本詩集’老老少少’(1895)’’’’’’文壇’’’說’’評論’’’’’’’豪’爾斯老’輩’賞識’’爲’’’巴’第’本詩集’’’生’抒情詩’(1896)’’’言’’’第’本詩集中有’’早’詩’’’本詩集’’’’’國’

’’成’之’’’巴’’國’’國’’講學’’’詩’’’’’暫’’生中還’’’’’說’’’’本詩集’’’’抒情詩’’’’情’’’抒情詩’’’陽’’陰’抒情詩’’

’巴’’’方言最爲著稱’’中最’’’’首’’玉米甜’’’熟’’詩中’’’’詹’斯’’’’’’賴’對’’’’極’’賴’’’霜降’瓜’’’首’’’那’’生’’’’’而’巴’’首’玉米甜’’’熟’’’’首黑’’’生’’’’詩’


有’候’’’’像
雖有疏’’不停手’
有’’’’濤湧’
’續’’’創’’
’’剛剛’’走’
’像’螺轉動’’
’’福’之滿’’
眼’’’’’溢’
’’像’網’’
’習’樣把’邁’’
’’母親’’禱
玉米甜’’’熟’

’’飯’’坐’’
’’勞累’’’’
’像僅’’’’’
’像僅’’’’’
’’’樣變’’’
’樂’樣’’’’
’當鍋’’掀’’
’’香’撲鼻’’
’’天’’’’’’’
’像都’鍋�婺芋�
’’母親’’禱
玉米甜’’’熟’

鍋中白菜’熱’’
煙熏豬肉’’膩’
’’’’’’’’
’見’們忙什麽’
趕快’走粗餅乾’
還有’’’’餅’
’爲今晚不’’’
’輝’辰’’’’
’’’心跳著’’
雖’’’不該’’
’’母親’’禱
玉米甜’’’熟’

我聽’’’’’’
’見’們’禱’’
還聽’’’’’’
’’’我’’’
’’領我’’’’
’’’’’’’’
’’雖’遠’’’
我心仍’唱不停’
’’禱’輕甜’’
’’打動我’心’
’’母親’’禱
玉米甜’’’熟’

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Dey is times in life when Nature
Seems to slip a cog an' go,
Jes' a-rattlin' down creation,
    Lak an ocean's overflow;
When de wori' jes' stahts a-spinnin'
    Lak a picaninny's top,
An' yo' cup o' joy is brimmin'
    'Twell it seems about to slop,
An' you feel jes’ lak a racah
     Dat is trainin’ fu’ to trot-
When yo' mammy says de blessin'
     An' de co'n pone's hot

When you set down at de table,
    Kin' o' weary lak an' sad,
An' you'se jes' a little tiahed
   An' purhaps a little mad;
How yo' gloom tu'ns into gladness,
    How yo' joy drives out de doubt
When de oven do' is opened,
    An' de smell comes po'in' out;
Why, de lectric light o' Heaven
    Seems to settle on de spot,
When yo' mammy says de blessin'
    An' de co'n pone's hot.

When de cabbage pot is steamin'
   An' de bacon good an' fat,
When de chittlins is a-sputter'n'
   So's to show you whah dey's at;
Tek away yo' sody biscuit
   Tek away yo' cake an' pie,
Fu' de glory time is comin',
   An' it's 'proachin' mighty nigh,
An' you want to jump an' hollah,
    Dough you know you'd bettah not,
When yo' mammy says de blessin'
    An' de co'n pone's hot.

I have hyeahd o' lots o' sermons,
   An' I've hyeahd o' lots o' prayers,
An' I've listened to some singin'
    Dat has tuck me up de stairs
Of de Glory-Lan' an' set me
   Jes' below de Mastah's th'one,
An' have lef my hea't a-singin'
    In a happy aftah tone;
But dem wu'ds so sweetly murmured
    Seem to tech de softes' spot,
When my mammy says de blessin',
    An' de co'n pone's hot.
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