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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
$ @3 p' V" N5 I' b0 E/ K1 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 Kunitz8 i' T" W6 b6 H! ]- ~, l
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The layers
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2 h& y5 n, T+ I7 BI have walked through many websites,
; s3 i& N t8 T4 X+ [* asome of them I like,
/ o: t% U ]$ c& Vand some of them I do not like.# m: Y* L2 ]7 r9 P z
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe! ~0 q- p# e/ [) G n5 I
out of his true affections.) P! C; j" S' u+ c
I go, I go5 i a8 p% [9 L# y% c
exulting somewhat,
3 w8 O$ U% q! O0 Rwith my will intact to go
0 m( F! e/ b2 m( U( T' u' |wherever I need to go,+ Z4 F# L; \( ~1 `. _
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community
' P5 j9 S, u* z. ^& |5 P1 CPrecious to me.
1 l4 }1 w) K5 x) IIn my darkest night, " e$ Z+ a5 s8 [
when the moon was covered
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a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice l1 c1 ^* g1 H. N$ x
directed me:: `+ v& \$ j! U4 G
Live in the layers' Z% B& H* v7 i! |& `
not on the litter.8 ~( g$ y/ P$ v" |! ?0 j
Though I lack the art / g( n2 r) l8 J4 \" s& Z
to decipher it,
7 M r1 ~% g9 e2 V6 k7 jno doubt the next chaper1 |% `" q9 J7 }. p" U8 V
in my book of transformations
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I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.. {4 I1 n5 ~: d) l9 _6 ~2 t4 \ K
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原文在此:" f- g$ w, g { A
4 Q# ~: C; Q2 R, |The Layers0 T* M, C9 y; d7 K
% t# `4 ~* `" G3 W, rI have walked through many lives,
6 }# t1 d7 H! C) tsome of them my own, ! P# U2 y$ ^* [% ?- U1 Q
and I am not who I was, & U& @) x4 q- |2 C/ D
though some principle of being
& W9 D5 \: ]( c' eabides, from which I struggle ; X5 L& w: J9 k/ X8 S
not to stray. ( {6 V. B6 i b3 G# X. I- z
When I look behind, 2 r5 n8 D4 H/ S+ e
as I am compelled to look * d+ Q5 B3 g" F5 e5 @
before I can gather strength
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( D% a! e/ j6 WI see the milestones dwindling : F2 _, ]) O7 Z6 J; s1 i
toward the horizon t/ H0 |0 S# Z: v
and the slow fires trailing - Z2 u1 T2 d! C: d' b4 H) J @
from the abandoned camp-sites, 8 [* J$ K, Y( v
over which scavenger angels
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Oh, I have made myself a tribe
/ @/ Y, H& \2 x' m1 W5 b/ dout of my true affections,
8 Y% b7 Z5 {4 E }/ b- Y! k( zand my tribe is scattered!
3 e; E3 `0 N9 A! h+ nHow shall the heart be reconciled
, ~1 [4 a# k; p$ |& M* k% i: Rto its feast of losses? - p6 ]0 A% _5 D* T' }' x- Z/ O2 M
In a rising wind ( x6 }4 W: @) B5 D$ l5 |) w1 v( h' q& d& u
the manic dust of my friends, 8 ] ^$ O- r* h6 T7 x
those who fell along the way,
; k: t' x0 x4 |bitterly stings my face. : G0 |" r6 W4 L) ^
Yet I turn, I turn,
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# Z/ I1 A k# u4 r t, k, v# fwith my will intact to go ( G! I8 n" e) a
whereever I need to go, 8 t; ~/ f. q7 _5 F) v
and every stone on the road ' v) q N7 A' B
precious to me.
3 y6 k* d5 j( U' y2 Y' h/ GIn my darkest night,
# |4 d0 q5 ]* I( ^ r- z# P! wwhen the moon was covered 3 }! d) c/ I( [$ e( K& p7 v8 E2 |
and I roamed through wreckage,
+ ^* d/ @4 I& O( s+ u: da nimbus-clouded voice
% @ ^/ c6 [2 h, [* M4 `; X3 Ydirected me: & a/ |5 Q0 a" p7 h( o( \
"Live in the layers,
- j$ b# @- d1 bnot on the litter."
4 z+ t/ C+ P+ A' H0 c% w( Q, ^. KThough I lack the art
3 V6 y4 q K3 T" a3 tto decipher it, 8 h( ?/ E7 m' B' G% T* m. h
no doubt the next chapter ) y' b$ r6 _; N
in my book of transformations ' w5 D* x: e" M/ v! I/ b2 V S
is already written.
" ]3 M/ O( Y5 eI am not done with my changes.
0 \0 W7 k( h, x4 z—Stanley Kunitz
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