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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。, H3 I$ q) @5 V0 V
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 layers6 M# R, j9 Z' q, Y
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I have walked through many websites,% Q5 V1 k4 w+ A6 U! } `
some of them I like, y+ h) U1 `, P5 a) P8 ^3 F' F9 ~
and some of them I do not like.% Q; T1 { o4 V# e
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe" \: `! ^: p5 T6 _
out of his true affections.
8 l* \1 i# I4 x* l6 {9 HI go, I go" i' i& w' y! T7 P U: W) @, P3 P
exulting somewhat, : r! y& M: z8 w# |- q* S3 l
with my will intact to go; Q# v- G7 u0 M" B a2 Z% {
wherever I need to go,
! F/ v" X: g! M; e8 o' U, qand every post on the Edmontonchina Community
2 ]! U* r5 D# _, XPrecious to me.8 n8 D- f0 b4 K; g2 G) ]3 B
In my darkest night,
2 X3 @/ m' H9 C' ^5 Z' z# E- n- twhen the moon was covered' J2 g* [- Q4 S
and I roamed through websites,8 {1 P6 o# |( `4 c9 c
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
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Live in the layers8 h9 |1 u5 _! c
not on the litter.
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to decipher it,
4 s' f! v: `7 ino doubt the next chaper
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is already written., V9 u+ D( ~4 q& A3 T7 M
I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.1 x8 V$ S8 Y8 J4 D
2 g/ {) }7 n& `7 g E+ h C1 ?' W原文在此:( L, O8 H( ~0 q+ O8 L
$ Q7 l& \. E$ J% u, IThe Layers
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/ d; m ]: \9 v. }, u. ]I have walked through many lives,
7 D* v) H( \' ?, ?some of them my own,
" D$ K/ x( t% o( R6 Qand I am not who I was, . f9 @0 w& i0 R+ O, f
though some principle of being " N* R& ]! Z2 M S9 J9 _
abides, from which I struggle 0 r" x% e: B, X- e7 S) u
not to stray. 6 z1 J, |2 L! J! u
When I look behind, + V t$ b6 |2 I, N' }5 F
as I am compelled to look
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I see the milestones dwindling # w F6 G& u. }1 e/ A) u. V
toward the horizon
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from the abandoned camp-sites, 6 ?" Y' S" s; v, U% X
over which scavenger angels % }! e6 |- |- Y( ^* }
wheel on heavy wings. ! U5 t" s: j8 Q0 J; e! C
Oh, I have made myself a tribe
9 @ v) h" C' @out of my true affections,
; E$ \) ]% b& ~. o. \% oand my tribe is scattered! `6 y1 T L% ?; P+ V9 E5 H3 |
How shall the heart be reconciled 0 ? v2 r! k" B) @4 \$ I5 \
to its feast of losses? : T$ @- h1 _2 f( o# e. X1 U
In a rising wind * ~( Q4 y. W" V1 z6 a
the manic dust of my friends, & g3 E1 W+ a; T
those who fell along the way,
& F" h2 s/ ` n5 I5 O6 m$ Lbitterly stings my face. 0 i- Q, t; Q1 }! ?$ O. C: w9 Q
Yet I turn, I turn, + ^* @( H; B2 J, M6 X4 T! d7 T: Y+ n
exulting somewhat,
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' ~. u* B' L' S. {' i7 {9 land every stone on the road / E4 S' Z8 t4 m! @' J; n) S# i
precious to me. 6 J, M. H' v5 d5 c* E& u% j1 e
In my darkest night, # L1 q6 I }5 W; O, V! D
when the moon was covered " k- p; i% I/ M9 `' d
and I roamed through wreckage, * P% n- C$ {* B8 p
a nimbus-clouded voice
: y) [. w' j) G3 W; Gdirected me: ( @# j! l7 {4 X: g4 D# P5 A+ Y
"Live in the layers, # {# A8 u* F4 c
not on the litter."
- G! A/ q! ~% K6 R1 ]$ J0 QThough I lack the art
4 r9 D/ N& |& p0 w" D* Xto decipher it,
7 M) F* `5 _* b/ Ano doubt the next chapter 5 E. ^; {) M |; p5 f, n
in my book of transformations
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5 h1 Z6 H/ ^( }6 K) L ]1 SI am not done with my changes. g I: \4 s+ ^* A$ t$ h
—Stanley Kunitz
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