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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
7 \# m" w& h+ j! E8 t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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, h9 `- x2 C- a4 }- Y The layers
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' |7 ?( W: z& k: R6 mI have walked through many websites,' l/ @' `" K% m: R3 ~3 F
some of them I like,
' H' o% y: t& U ^! O' gand some of them I do not like.
8 v9 M% }" ?4 J- Z: {Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
5 M" Z1 o$ ]' i+ c6 yout of his true affections.4 J( I; X7 h8 m% p' c
I go, I go
3 H9 |4 a# b- ]6 M+ S# |5 I! Yexulting somewhat, & s o1 t' A1 Y8 s: `$ I
with my will intact to go
. {3 C/ k* }4 B4 Y$ M8 Swherever I need to go,
( b" H$ m( f, O- B0 y Y' Nand every post on the Edmontonchina Community 3 I; p! ]5 Q" G9 K% F$ N R
Precious to me.3 d8 L7 }6 k5 X% {
In my darkest night,
- L5 P0 Y5 k9 w" L! P* H, Awhen the moon was covered
0 r' x( t% k$ U* b/ s$ K7 Gand I roamed through websites,2 p! h3 n3 K) t! z2 S/ I. p q
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
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Live in the layers
( s/ i/ B: M) q6 Bnot on the litter.) ^; [ M5 s5 s1 S: c( K. _9 b
Though I lack the art 0 ?( t3 r2 N) H* x) S& v7 E
to decipher it,5 |2 [% X. K- t2 M
no doubt the next chaper
6 n- k1 f: P1 ~. b5 F9 ~in my book of transformations7 {- w$ W1 m! {9 ?7 `# p) a
is already written.
6 g9 Q# w% ]- XI love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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: g* K& \3 A e; [3 Q原文在此:
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The Layers: r5 d1 p* e! Y m
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I have walked through many lives, % x8 Y" b B9 p! [0 c. W; V7 H
some of them my own,
' h7 G" x6 K$ yand I am not who I was, : F5 Z. ^" S+ I% U& W) x
though some principle of being * [1 n7 b M8 A/ g( A* c
abides, from which I struggle
* x7 b. V3 H$ d/ ~9 _ z6 F' ~not to stray. 2 w" [7 i* z0 n+ k5 A, Q) u" l0 g
When I look behind, - N% K( r# \2 f D6 h
as I am compelled to look
8 _" f; l5 F. Q) L; b- c, J0 Ybefore I can gather strength
! v& \ Q# h' U, W% B1 C. xto proceed on my journey,
( C4 s9 l9 _# U( r) J3 UI see the milestones dwindling
9 J' Y# G" `' A. T+ f* Z; z0 `toward the horizon
- D" f$ U8 y8 z- M" u2 |and the slow fires trailing
% w9 _& M" C- x4 m% w8 jfrom the abandoned camp-sites, 4 C8 b+ q% U6 t: O% [
over which scavenger angels
3 g' H) O g$ C. Y7 ywheel on heavy wings.
- O0 [8 T/ \$ J& D' }7 ]Oh, I have made myself a tribe
6 V. a. v4 y8 W0 H8 cout of my true affections,
' r, P1 K3 l( z; j& {and my tribe is scattered!
3 Y% ]: E1 u9 e2 k* y2 m8 Y/ eHow shall the heart be reconciled ( u, `7 o3 ~$ _6 ^4 ?
to its feast of losses? j% z9 @8 q6 A
In a rising wind , `% ?3 Q* n# {: K7 r; v
the manic dust of my friends,
! F3 Q; x6 }7 o9 W0 ?those who fell along the way, 9 z; H+ r5 g* J- F$ z5 ~! T
bitterly stings my face. 1 l% {, p5 t! i: r
Yet I turn, I turn,
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with my will intact to go . B1 E1 n; V1 {; n. d# H3 N& D- U
whereever I need to go,
0 f; F& l2 P# Rand every stone on the road
2 X) }( E8 h2 C6 eprecious to me.
- n9 z/ k4 _$ x8 ]- BIn my darkest night, $ H7 `5 a4 U! s& Y: M2 I
when the moon was covered 1 Q1 Y- J( ]2 H9 R/ y0 c) V
and I roamed through wreckage, 1 S) r* M- a. r: J$ @
a nimbus-clouded voice ! t& _2 @/ l: z8 ]/ A+ ~
directed me:
4 B( k. `* l( n1 G. F! f3 \"Live in the layers,
( e$ S; ]0 S* S6 ^* Hnot on the litter."
( X1 X) P- N2 v/ @$ s; QThough I lack the art
" z) F# y' P/ F8 ~/ _to decipher it,
9 I; W& {3 x+ V$ @no doubt the next chapter
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I am not done with my changes.6 s, i+ i" h+ R) ~
—Stanley Kunitz
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