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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
' Q. ?; B4 J. J) N2 ]写这个东西就是觉得好玩,现在没法征得Stanley Kunitz他老人家同意了,在此谢谢Stanley Kunitz; z- y: X* U! B) l
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# L# k' t$ m: C) J/ k3 F+ y/ y The layers
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+ `* ^9 H0 d3 a0 O9 a4 T* D7 v1 JI have walked through many websites,
3 O0 b- K( @9 d. T$ I- B+ Msome of them I like," x; {& T3 Z1 R" S- ?% A5 b
and some of them I do not like./ X! j( m& w8 @5 G8 N& X5 a
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
; N) T1 @" t3 @ eout of his true affections.2 ^8 i1 d- b6 q/ ? z
I go, I go
* V- s) N3 ^# z2 T$ Uexulting somewhat, 4 S o, f; O$ O1 R; g
with my will intact to go7 f( V1 Z0 l7 o# ^1 ^2 h
wherever I need to go,+ V' J+ w7 a2 i6 R1 y4 M& C
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community 4 H# Y9 Y* R( Q. w2 L1 G( m3 K
Precious to me.% n; ?; o/ W7 [" |; r
In my darkest night, 4 _ O: s; j: N% R8 E; b4 [% P
when the moon was covered+ |# l& c2 ~' U# C5 \3 E! B% P
and I roamed through websites," h. h0 T) G# O9 e8 k* x/ N
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
1 L( b7 v. }0 m( P: Y3 g7 D& L2 ~directed me:. y. R; Q) q, L% r( T6 T) O) U$ Z7 {! Y3 K& Y
Live in the layers: G# X5 q1 f( y: i! V0 @
not on the litter.
; `+ S6 @6 L9 u/ lThough I lack the art
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% \5 G" B7 ^5 w( s; B/ fno doubt the next chaper
) l8 b: Y" Z; o* H9 ~in my book of transformations/ A/ d6 z# u7 o$ w. d
is already written.
/ H0 {: ?3 x5 q/ rI love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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原文在此:
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The Layers
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3 x& ~6 ?0 M7 j5 c: E/ AI have walked through many lives, & l6 w% z# ^' T, z+ f$ }" x1 \4 @
some of them my own, , v. T" b+ C7 J, }
and I am not who I was, 1 e, F; x: m2 z! k p3 v
though some principle of being ; F- A' ~( R, ^' g, o/ F
abides, from which I struggle . u2 t% ]: z. c5 m
not to stray. i6 Q- J$ `3 M# z) ^$ e
When I look behind, $ x) `) S6 |; ]; M7 q# G% x2 t* L
as I am compelled to look 1 ~/ m. }% |; j. s+ z
before I can gather strength 7 H6 C4 d% @1 H; ]; B+ S) u% `
to proceed on my journey,
/ P# ^. {2 l* Q( QI see the milestones dwindling
$ c$ {# L+ ]# h/ a9 n! ~7 Y1 otoward the horizon
0 R5 E* Q3 x: y5 l ~, qand the slow fires trailing * Z; C8 n0 D5 u7 g- F
from the abandoned camp-sites, ' O& {5 }7 L- p
over which scavenger angels
: _5 v6 d, y. o; G6 qwheel on heavy wings. ' T0 H* |6 v- }
Oh, I have made myself a tribe
, j8 a: @; n; k. Sout of my true affections,
F! R& B% A( ~) Y3 i; ~8 _! nand my tribe is scattered!
5 E# C7 Q m& u7 ? d! {) hHow shall the heart be reconciled : \3 }# e! u/ w% O& `6 c
to its feast of losses? # V9 Z9 ~6 r% Z. a. d% J
In a rising wind
* t" {3 s4 |6 X/ h$ @7 Ythe manic dust of my friends,
! ?7 |0 i7 G, p4 Z% x. Cthose who fell along the way,
. L& q8 ^9 Q* P/ f# G! R& @* R" qbitterly stings my face. 4 }" d [; @+ o9 T3 D# `' \* \$ O
Yet I turn, I turn,
, a* i# E0 f! n9 Yexulting somewhat,
: ^! }. ]2 M- I& wwith my will intact to go ' ?' H9 N' F* r/ Y; y7 Y
whereever I need to go,
7 O) T# D! ~/ A# N4 F/ ?4 tand every stone on the road 9 j% W, a5 G3 M0 _' |. q( S$ I; y
precious to me.
& L( l1 J& z, _' q7 n: XIn my darkest night, # W+ q. w( c' t/ I
when the moon was covered % V2 Q9 k* w4 r, v. Y& |
and I roamed through wreckage, % A- ^$ g# M; J% t
a nimbus-clouded voice ( J0 t* s3 j- R! H3 O/ @
directed me: 3 }2 l9 t# t2 o) p$ y1 w
"Live in the layers, 4 Y5 P& A8 r$ w" O. w
not on the litter." : L0 b3 P e! W
Though I lack the art 7 O; C8 _( m P" r' Z0 L
to decipher it, 5 F* n9 s, w0 h! T* v4 ?3 n
no doubt the next chapter 3 D2 ~( E* i" T- e5 H# r
in my book of transformations
2 h4 U; Y, {& v, @/ Fis already written. 3 T& @& c! P6 Q% v0 I1 P
I am not done with my changes.1 y* \# E! E* T8 W
—Stanley Kunitz* T7 Q; [& N0 E9 n6 z# v
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