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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。2 z F* v0 a, U6 k% |/ 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/ R6 a. n$ T) b D" Q- E2 O
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I have walked through many websites,7 v4 J0 Q n0 d( J+ Z, n) c2 d. o$ u" ^
some of them I like,
* o; C3 V& J, r0 \3 J% ]and some of them I do not like.
$ }$ d8 b) Y$ i5 ZOh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
( @0 f' _$ u% r- \out of his true affections.' B, x! x/ b1 Y! o/ M2 ^2 K9 ^
I go, I go
; j* Z" ~" R" G& L' K6 w4 K6 texulting somewhat,
: H. n1 {! ?1 V5 `" x: n& q7 cwith my will intact to go
' ^3 x7 q: t" l% rwherever I need to go,
- E) l; p/ N. N, H2 p H# I3 ?- C& Dand every post on the Edmontonchina Community
2 |! f" c+ X" x5 ^) y: `Precious to me.1 ^+ G0 n% U7 Q# j$ D4 Q# w
In my darkest night,
) }" b7 P v4 ?when the moon was covered0 c1 @/ |/ A( ^" Y+ x
and I roamed through websites,8 T/ L; e8 Y" m9 _6 g6 I: M
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice . t1 I9 P; x' i: F4 [
directed me:
6 a7 {4 w& w% h+ E, \3 u# E$ }Live in the layers
7 l8 h+ a4 z' D3 c( c' f# d/ \not on the litter.
1 L0 F3 k) c* r2 mThough I lack the art
. f8 z' a& r* Ato decipher it,
) L9 o W8 t4 x% M7 ?no doubt the next chaper E7 j& G0 ^$ l
in my book of transformations6 X/ v v5 H4 Y
is already written. S4 a3 L! z/ _8 Y$ o K
I love to live with Edmontonchina Community./ D, z1 _; U( v6 A
! T. O# L* Q2 l a原文在此:6 ^% p& U: z* |# ^
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The Layers
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I have walked through many lives,
" D* a+ I9 \& Isome of them my own,
& h" z' x T: \. |and I am not who I was, 6 B @8 a) v2 m; @
though some principle of being
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& l4 U8 L* o. [1 M* Q6 pnot to stray.
$ K* B/ k# C, \3 kWhen I look behind, : n. r( T4 r- [& u
as I am compelled to look 9 N3 }$ d" |4 `" b6 Y0 Q H
before I can gather strength 8 C% g7 m+ Z3 F$ Y8 \- k
to proceed on my journey, 1 D+ Y' m7 q, Q$ p5 l( y2 Q
I see the milestones dwindling
, i1 P5 W E M1 B |% Rtoward the horizon
% J' \; w9 {# w1 y( `+ cand the slow fires trailing
; _) k3 ]! \5 U, `3 efrom the abandoned camp-sites,
3 d* t) ^3 i8 V! _6 n9 g1 c8 Oover which scavenger angels
2 R; v- B3 j: k: o8 Swheel on heavy wings. / K9 v5 z# @# \' B' D4 u
Oh, I have made myself a tribe
& [. }) P' }- S- f: Eout of my true affections,
' Q7 @- @( [" Oand my tribe is scattered!
; m$ E. F# F' G: \- HHow shall the heart be reconciled
/ F5 v) s2 e3 ^. s4 n/ z% ?8 {to its feast of losses? . B2 x7 J- c* N: c! ~/ P( W
In a rising wind
; g% y7 c7 F1 ~2 R( {$ [the manic dust of my friends,
" X0 _- {$ y+ cthose who fell along the way, # O1 M2 C0 @7 Q c* n
bitterly stings my face. / r& q) |4 [0 H) v4 y
Yet I turn, I turn,
. Y. ]4 [+ W b3 A8 k! `exulting somewhat, , v2 x. x8 \+ \; s( a0 f$ y" i
with my will intact to go
: ^( E- c: i4 Q* x L) xwhereever I need to go, # @- H' m" \" m5 l
and every stone on the road " c3 v+ l* r+ E, D3 i; T% J$ X. L
precious to me. 9 k+ M3 H: i/ D4 U& Y8 x
In my darkest night, 1 H( ]$ } d8 `3 z6 L
when the moon was covered
) u4 Z, B( Y( cand I roamed through wreckage, , p7 `3 N& v3 Y! y9 ?
a nimbus-clouded voice 5 d6 ^" v, i( Y# B% C1 D
directed me: . o. i5 ^& ^% T; [) Z j5 n
"Live in the layers,
( Z l+ M- ~2 g3 ] p2 ~& {! _not on the litter."
9 N; M3 L& x/ }* {8 }% f% r" ]Though I lack the art
6 \& d* {7 o4 R' i( a5 rto decipher it, & I+ [$ M8 X; e/ P& O- ?
no doubt the next chapter
0 z# V+ A2 R$ d2 Ain my book of transformations
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I am not done with my changes.9 V6 t! v H/ U: [8 K
—Stanley Kunitz8 ~# t! m2 L3 K8 J4 w; t# b
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