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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
5 i. q& F$ g$ B" z& G; W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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The layers
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I have walked through many websites,# e3 J8 y- i- \/ x
some of them I like,3 _) e# _2 Y5 N: m0 b/ `
and some of them I do not like." B0 v) e7 T& Q# B1 z& _/ A; J3 A
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe' g) _$ i5 g8 _) U$ v+ h
out of his true affections.* t' w1 q& E. q7 o8 Q, \
I go, I go( Z6 x p5 f' V) X. u
exulting somewhat, / e7 J- c' f2 S
with my will intact to go
) b& v6 d3 e* L# fwherever I need to go,
4 {5 |. o, R! g h4 o# a, Uand every post on the Edmontonchina Community
. O* N* w9 z) j+ {6 wPrecious to me.
! I" G( C% b% A) EIn my darkest night, : P5 y! X' R$ k" @+ y
when the moon was covered9 _4 R6 z0 B5 }6 _5 [ A& t% h9 Z
and I roamed through websites,
; I# Z( b( u- g8 y& A0 W; ]( k; M+ x( Ya nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
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not on the litter.
: m. ]; N* `/ ^8 dThough I lack the art
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no doubt the next chaper6 t3 m! {0 ~0 A& k
in my book of transformations
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3 |1 j e6 m% X) S, g) _I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.3 W) [' Z2 N5 p! A
7 X: x9 l/ U- \9 z) _5 J" q原文在此:9 R6 s; V* h9 E
) b/ ?# o8 `: t# uThe Layers
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I have walked through many lives, 1 T6 g% z3 o; s2 E" Y {/ k
some of them my own,
4 r) M) \! u3 Nand I am not who I was,
& L3 p7 H* R9 c1 lthough some principle of being 8 g2 P; W5 l. ?# V& q8 G5 F
abides, from which I struggle
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When I look behind, ( N1 X) I( s$ I$ s0 h, O
as I am compelled to look
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I see the milestones dwindling ) G, g) r8 ~& r# F- } b1 }
toward the horizon
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5 {7 O% ^$ O! M G7 F$ a0 kover which scavenger angels
- o5 a% H3 P/ Z9 L2 t4 t/ nwheel on heavy wings.
3 ]1 C X& _9 F5 |9 HOh, I have made myself a tribe
9 N7 b6 B" [* d7 h, _" F- Qout of my true affections, ; h* j6 k7 b. v) H; x6 j
and my tribe is scattered!
9 Y; j0 }. u$ X0 yHow shall the heart be reconciled
3 h1 J; A# N) B* R% Wto its feast of losses?
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the manic dust of my friends,
8 @ h, ]; ^1 D8 R0 |+ Wthose who fell along the way,
) ^7 @$ U; ~+ V1 vbitterly stings my face.
# N* p+ u# M0 a4 sYet I turn, I turn, & R/ j1 [: `% V9 S% Y7 C2 U
exulting somewhat,
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In my darkest night, 0 }- f, B7 [( A& M
when the moon was covered
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a nimbus-clouded voice
# ]& R+ b; G# i8 c. \directed me:
) L, x" I! |' J5 u) d, V9 O( n8 `"Live in the layers,
& n# k; t' Z# m2 U, A4 C+ anot on the litter." ! m+ a# Z$ e, c4 v. `, S
Though I lack the art l6 V9 z: G3 @4 q3 v z) J- u
to decipher it, 5 A) r3 \; P! {6 ]4 r
no doubt the next chapter
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is already written.
0 h# r3 ^, T. v% kI am not done with my changes.9 ]2 X$ n% E! c% T9 C
—Stanley Kunitz
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