DOI Artikel:
Risley, Richard Voorhees: Rideo
DOI Seite / Zitierlink:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.26392#0135
By R. V. Risley 131
crimson and gold. It was perfectly still. I raised my hands and
looked into the fading glory in the West. And somehow the
pain came back again, the longing and the agony, the sickness
and the despair of soul. Raising my hands high in the air, with
the kneeling peasants behind me, and the light of the dying sun
reflected on my holy robes, I stood aloft, and I cursed the happy
fields ! I cursed their light and their planting, I cursed their
content and their joy, I cursed the seed from which they had
sprung, and I cursed their glory and their fruition. I cursed the
light of the sun when it rose upon them in the morning, and I
cursed the light of the sun when it shone upon them, when the
dusk came. I cursed their sowing and their harvest, I cursed
their stalks and their bearded heads. I cursed their growing and
their increase, I cursed them through the dark hours of the night. I
stood there tall in my holy robes, and I cursed the corn ear by ear!
“ The sunset glowed and gathered in the West, and faded away,
and I stood there tall in the twilight, cursing.
K Well, the farmers pulled me down at last, and carried me away
through the fields. I do not remember how I came here. Only
something of a rumbling waggon, and a wild creature who lay
still on the straw in the bottom.
“ That is all.”
The old man ceased speaking, and his head sunk on his breast j
then with a slight sigh he took up the child’s toy he was making,
and worked on it with his white old hands, looking ever out
through the gate-way over the village.
£C What do you see ? ” I asked.
K Her children,” he answered. Then holding up the small
wooden cart, nearly finished, “ I am afraid they do not like
them much, they are badly finished,” he said smiling, “ I never see
them play with them before the other children.”
crimson and gold. It was perfectly still. I raised my hands and
looked into the fading glory in the West. And somehow the
pain came back again, the longing and the agony, the sickness
and the despair of soul. Raising my hands high in the air, with
the kneeling peasants behind me, and the light of the dying sun
reflected on my holy robes, I stood aloft, and I cursed the happy
fields ! I cursed their light and their planting, I cursed their
content and their joy, I cursed the seed from which they had
sprung, and I cursed their glory and their fruition. I cursed the
light of the sun when it rose upon them in the morning, and I
cursed the light of the sun when it shone upon them, when the
dusk came. I cursed their sowing and their harvest, I cursed
their stalks and their bearded heads. I cursed their growing and
their increase, I cursed them through the dark hours of the night. I
stood there tall in my holy robes, and I cursed the corn ear by ear!
“ The sunset glowed and gathered in the West, and faded away,
and I stood there tall in the twilight, cursing.
K Well, the farmers pulled me down at last, and carried me away
through the fields. I do not remember how I came here. Only
something of a rumbling waggon, and a wild creature who lay
still on the straw in the bottom.
“ That is all.”
The old man ceased speaking, and his head sunk on his breast j
then with a slight sigh he took up the child’s toy he was making,
and worked on it with his white old hands, looking ever out
through the gate-way over the village.
£C What do you see ? ” I asked.
K Her children,” he answered. Then holding up the small
wooden cart, nearly finished, “ I am afraid they do not like
them much, they are badly finished,” he said smiling, “ I never see
them play with them before the other children.”