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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 [/ r% b+ I! N/ e% i1 G. _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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2 r$ ^8 }& R9 Z7 j6 K The layers; G! r- J7 U7 a
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I have walked through many websites,) L7 D0 g( k( Z: W
some of them I like,
, I( v8 Z9 z5 c. i$ Yand some of them I do not like.
9 U7 G* `( l# R; `; C4 c7 |/ _Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe: y1 l2 b9 c- p! @0 [
out of his true affections.9 P# h% }# }4 j) U- f
I go, I go% B' w0 J2 R$ a1 A% W
exulting somewhat,
8 Z* @! c" U3 c" ~with my will intact to go
! Y, f) ] `+ ?; a+ J; b$ ^wherever I need to go,
* U5 u& m( a: g8 Mand every post on the Edmontonchina Community
5 Q9 O" a/ u2 L/ q1 u, bPrecious to me.
. ^' Y7 {0 O; NIn my darkest night,
|# A0 n9 P' x$ B+ e2 o5 m- Dwhen the moon was covered
+ b1 n m. Q# h4 }$ C# i" Oand I roamed through websites,
6 {% N ~- F8 y. U ?a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice ~7 \1 {* C# @- P& o' P& q9 S3 r. E$ T
directed me:: O) g: ^( Z1 v
Live in the layers
. R* M3 O4 s- v E; w- {& j1 ?) p" n6 Snot on the litter.
1 l" Z3 z+ r* R0 |/ _ }) N' _/ \3 fThough I lack the art $ h7 W0 K" _7 m) ]% p) K
to decipher it,
* ~( e% }0 \: cno doubt the next chaper
- u4 n; g8 ^; D' \! |in my book of transformations) o5 S' P) Q8 k% A" ]
is already written.
/ _2 A2 f. G/ Z, |I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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9 [+ f# V) G& V7 v原文在此:6 H( N6 q/ v8 r6 E+ G
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The Layers
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I have walked through many lives, 6 Z: k R$ Z" c3 I* Z* b
some of them my own,
" a4 p# r8 N. n7 _2 eand I am not who I was,
! u: [: l# p9 |, qthough some principle of being
6 k! l7 ^/ w. B, ^, ~# B$ i) n2 |% labides, from which I struggle
. T" I0 m6 A- M+ p# P6 Tnot to stray. 5 L) N/ h5 H8 s* v1 i0 D# P
When I look behind, 8 t* }$ [ D- R
as I am compelled to look 7 r& ]% F4 F$ z) E
before I can gather strength $ R5 W/ c+ Y8 d0 M! G
to proceed on my journey, / c6 q/ Z+ n, c3 d" u' e6 J
I see the milestones dwindling . c r, g, Q9 ]' o( P/ s
toward the horizon
$ t8 x/ C3 |. \% j4 N, Land the slow fires trailing
0 j8 \# d) c+ R5 i/ C. i rfrom the abandoned camp-sites,
7 j. E7 b5 J: N5 v6 F2 i4 Sover which scavenger angels
1 V' u ^3 R6 A& K3 e4 Y, L* @wheel on heavy wings.
4 ^' h6 f) x; D- t5 ?3 g4 UOh, I have made myself a tribe ; `4 e0 v* O; d' r, o
out of my true affections,
4 e4 P+ x* ~+ U$ I. c1 L, vand my tribe is scattered!
( ~5 y, C* O! g" _How shall the heart be reconciled
. j" V, G$ j5 |# ~9 @. `to its feast of losses? ) ]" T) d$ p: V) ^: Y' N
In a rising wind ! P3 i& T! {2 ~8 G$ I
the manic dust of my friends, " N2 b L2 Q" @2 {* c7 u3 c
those who fell along the way, # H9 n9 S s2 a
bitterly stings my face.
. R$ N2 ]! `, o( z9 TYet I turn, I turn,
' a2 f1 R1 w3 Y! Jexulting somewhat,
. F- Y J1 O8 kwith my will intact to go . q% }! s9 R' b' y8 Y* L
whereever I need to go,
0 p+ ^, V3 q2 R$ a6 _2 w, P! Yand every stone on the road / F' C# \. A$ S8 j6 l- C+ f. `6 ]1 E; F6 w
precious to me.
! e- }' B6 T9 B' ?& i# h8 {In my darkest night,
' {" Z# `" ` l) q. Uwhen the moon was covered 0 A" @* F9 ^3 L( ^
and I roamed through wreckage, 2 x8 [/ U. f4 W( _$ c
a nimbus-clouded voice
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"Live in the layers, $ j S V. y' f" E$ [
not on the litter."
/ b) g& d5 Z+ I" {! jThough I lack the art & y8 i; D1 l& a* K6 p# K" Q
to decipher it, 1 O& z5 T& @0 e5 N k0 G v6 Q
no doubt the next chapter
& J' O3 Y+ d* vin my book of transformations
" {2 |, U1 p% J7 D" m0 a& \is already written.
- C7 Q4 | q2 x- r% m4 Z) `7 J; gI am not done with my changes." k5 p1 t* s9 i0 J
—Stanley Kunitz( {/ h) h# v | r |0 z
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