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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
0 V2 i) v! r. S3 H( ]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
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. X& }4 W( A2 Q7 W7 s The layers
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- T! `/ h1 u+ ^: f$ _, tI have walked through many websites,
# Q0 Q2 N: V4 T$ u6 A& tsome of them I like,
$ ~+ a. f1 k& ]0 S9 j. sand some of them I do not like.
3 s0 Z. n7 t; {Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
2 r. Q9 s# h* @2 n' W$ k, }! c+ E, Wout of his true affections.0 [& T; e( M0 v
I go, I go) G2 i. S) P2 m* b$ G( ] n
exulting somewhat,
0 ]2 y& y; x: I4 Hwith my will intact to go
! G9 h& b, [ I7 i( B/ g; \3 swherever I need to go,4 x, `, l( V3 U- j
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community ( o. U1 M$ u1 F4 n0 f7 X
Precious to me.2 F" }' X# v+ P3 u) R- S, V& h" R! v
In my darkest night,
1 E0 m) s! A& N5 Lwhen the moon was covered
6 h; Q0 O# y# B" Yand I roamed through websites,) h, V0 s* r+ Y- @0 w1 x
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
! Q% u* n2 A. X3 h3 ]directed me:
9 R' h) d' M1 o9 gLive in the layers) x# k9 Q6 g: p6 J! A% D
not on the litter.
( P: M. e" k2 AThough I lack the art 5 C9 X) q, u+ v7 t* B) Z$ C( ^4 P8 i
to decipher it,# O R+ j9 [6 O/ m1 K5 q
no doubt the next chaper. l+ R' [- K1 z; M0 n
in my book of transformations9 I, G! s8 y+ @! ]3 t' j" s1 ?
is already written.
+ P% W1 F( P$ r8 BI love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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7 \0 U3 C! C! i2 m原文在此:% [' F, v, m4 p! H+ |1 S: Z
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The Layers6 p* k w6 j9 h. s: L0 F+ j
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I have walked through many lives,
6 a3 x G0 ]& b# T$ Vsome of them my own,
% \1 Z' t' K b; v7 |7 _) L# i/ @7 {! [and I am not who I was, 4 l5 s8 ^& P9 O) C0 |
though some principle of being " z' {) P3 ~# Q! T) w8 ~
abides, from which I struggle
' z/ p" J# e& w/ r' ?4 k) Onot to stray. * Z0 R: w9 I+ c$ E J3 s- f
When I look behind,
" M5 F$ D3 a" N1 u+ g8 tas I am compelled to look
, S: _; ~+ Q; E# R0 s" Jbefore I can gather strength . b, A, p' u+ }
to proceed on my journey, 8 m. U4 @' v8 y6 E5 g3 @. V: f
I see the milestones dwindling ! C0 a/ L( @, u9 W- _# t
toward the horizon
. F: h+ q" t- y6 h; K0 N& B- K% mand the slow fires trailing
/ O* |! i/ a; E3 r0 n# {from the abandoned camp-sites, $ y; \* v9 S M0 y, B3 x! n1 t/ k
over which scavenger angels " a. Q0 R' s7 C/ O1 _. M
wheel on heavy wings. % \+ ^7 B8 {0 Y7 @" a7 D+ {+ h
Oh, I have made myself a tribe - e. K& T H C. P
out of my true affections, 0 L/ G6 i+ \9 X+ @
and my tribe is scattered!
( p; G. v# d% LHow shall the heart be reconciled 6 l$ @" L0 h% F7 c
to its feast of losses? " ^% K! P6 W9 Z" z2 y2 x& Q9 b
In a rising wind # `1 o9 c) `1 f6 @6 G' P7 p: M. m
the manic dust of my friends,
% A' t) B( V* E: xthose who fell along the way, u/ `* ]0 X R6 {' @& ~7 H6 c
bitterly stings my face. G5 V8 K& w* ^
Yet I turn, I turn, % @) n$ c- `" ^/ Q
exulting somewhat, & L: L1 J! f5 C3 {5 x5 e
with my will intact to go / s7 S1 y) M2 Y) Z G! n; {
whereever I need to go, 6 z2 L- t/ m2 y3 w, ~& K
and every stone on the road 0 }. X5 h2 b/ C0 n3 D) U
precious to me.
3 w( T$ E' Y2 H- E# M$ TIn my darkest night, ) N- L/ r T7 C: J+ Q3 D9 a0 g
when the moon was covered ! P1 z1 e, V9 \$ ^. M! F7 Z
and I roamed through wreckage,
* ?( X; b8 D7 G( W! Sa nimbus-clouded voice
# g% K" {9 B* W \5 zdirected me: ; I/ `' A b( Q6 k# s
"Live in the layers,
3 f. d8 M: T: z8 I; inot on the litter."
O6 ?1 c0 T. G8 Y* D; dThough I lack the art * C+ w4 E4 F: S! r) j" ^, I% b2 Z
to decipher it,
" R6 k, [% `/ b( P( z3 C6 l9 cno doubt the next chapter 9 P7 Z& }- q9 u' X- o# u
in my book of transformations
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% {+ S& }8 n! }( F% NI am not done with my changes.
' n# e. U8 ~" [2 c w—Stanley Kunitz
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