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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
( l5 a2 j7 w+ O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* X. |$ z) r- ]3 l. U0 t$ ~
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The layers
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8 @& }% P7 s; V# c% n* TI have walked through many websites,5 |# b& @$ R: x8 ?
some of them I like,# u5 ^/ |6 H$ o& V# I1 z% X
and some of them I do not like.
* S2 V# }: m' ~Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe' Q$ M2 E/ ?- o" |) E- d
out of his true affections.
. Y: T+ h. t/ OI go, I go
( m0 }8 D. f6 w1 i/ `& U- jexulting somewhat,
1 [) D3 u5 Y3 Y* Ewith my will intact to go
& k$ N/ `) Y3 w% x* b' Lwherever I need to go,$ I; a+ Q. M$ }$ T: s
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community
% j- [0 |5 q N& b! I* _Precious to me.5 U- z+ D+ }# u! p9 U
In my darkest night, S: _* x# Q$ d" S0 _8 ?
when the moon was covered
8 L' c6 g, W& G! @! |. `and I roamed through websites,
. l! t& T2 }4 O- {+ F: ra nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice 9 {4 O3 ~: T9 S6 [" l& u! _
directed me:. i/ ~2 \( w! F; ` b* a* D: H, f
Live in the layers
2 Y3 j; C. d( V2 x- Nnot on the litter.
% n& M- W/ Q: h3 K7 NThough I lack the art / j" K1 V0 j/ |8 B
to decipher it,0 w! w6 Y& d/ B# I8 |
no doubt the next chaper
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is already written.
* s% s9 A( f* J+ vI love to live with Edmontonchina Community.9 j9 c* i6 P# y0 s
z; R$ `! A# v" g8 s原文在此:0 T; C- i; O7 j# \( q4 p( c
& V; L9 y0 W# O7 q9 n d% {' d, LThe Layers
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8 k' _0 {; X& j* q' E; h, WI have walked through many lives, ' p+ f2 t1 k$ ?) E
some of them my own,
& C+ k! Y- b5 {( D3 v1 L9 \( Rand I am not who I was,
$ c" A# U" d! t" ]3 T* e5 Jthough some principle of being - v, y* D. S' h9 {
abides, from which I struggle
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; X8 s) v. E6 ?' JWhen I look behind,
* U% d/ O3 l: las I am compelled to look
1 Z/ Q* v% _* s" I) [' F9 Sbefore I can gather strength 7 f* _7 R: ?6 f9 b
to proceed on my journey, . t" M1 E- @0 l' x, m
I see the milestones dwindling 7 Q5 R* B7 e3 s" M4 t' i8 |: X
toward the horizon ' B* l( ~7 S8 w2 w( D* p
and the slow fires trailing * { W+ A7 Z4 O- D9 X7 K0 b Q3 M" s
from the abandoned camp-sites,
! ^5 f+ Y: t c3 e' X+ Y: Y: nover which scavenger angels ; z3 ~( P& C1 l: B3 f) w
wheel on heavy wings.
. u9 `: @# t* K- T% COh, I have made myself a tribe
2 K$ s2 i# b; X* T6 Fout of my true affections, 3 v' F( e% }1 b" {( c
and my tribe is scattered! . E+ N' B: j9 N
How shall the heart be reconciled . f6 y, e# H) v) t
to its feast of losses?
5 T- l* K. E2 Y6 ?1 j# j2 UIn a rising wind : `. |# W, ]* H) S" w
the manic dust of my friends,
$ I1 l& c- K9 L0 E% A$ Athose who fell along the way, % |3 j( v/ L: t+ s
bitterly stings my face. - \- w0 J! _# U% F3 t8 f
Yet I turn, I turn, + M, g% G4 P* R! s
exulting somewhat, 7 W( i# G& U1 I7 z8 c# K
with my will intact to go
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2 t- ]2 p+ v% Y/ mand every stone on the road . C0 S& U2 q7 C" d
precious to me. : l2 z9 V5 H; c# s, \4 Z
In my darkest night, 0 V: g( k) D4 s) G
when the moon was covered - a7 Y# K. s6 U& a( K7 S4 I' v$ D
and I roamed through wreckage,
5 i# y0 y3 e! {5 b2 H% T; ea nimbus-clouded voice * n5 ]" E: Z: r6 f& L2 h
directed me:
1 m9 u9 N/ j4 h3 P4 C( g"Live in the layers,
s+ w# _3 V' H! k# B. Cnot on the litter." m5 d. Z. x6 G3 y
Though I lack the art I1 ~3 E6 F P7 p/ N' f
to decipher it, - p+ p3 ~4 R$ z5 A: J% i) j3 `) g
no doubt the next chapter
" M5 k6 x, w$ `- ^) Oin my book of transformations % u$ W3 R7 C; L% I9 I( C! }7 A
is already written. & p% O6 t7 Z/ C/ f: l& Z) W
I am not done with my changes.
# N) R/ q+ G& N6 j—Stanley Kunitz+ {( h4 r1 y/ w" _: P* E1 C& O# g1 N
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