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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。; f4 U/ O# I+ A, n* q9 O
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# a$ s. ^# n2 w
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The layers* U" K0 O/ V3 J; V& E5 ?1 a
5 N B" Z0 N: l: W. h+ i! lI have walked through many websites,
* V2 d1 ]$ C2 q" o4 bsome of them I like,
; o q! m# ?' {: \0 Y3 Eand some of them I do not like.3 l" [/ @' _$ W; o# e
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
`% O+ y# }: U0 |out of his true affections.
9 j2 h% s% V* iI go, I go
- J+ ^. v: w- ^exulting somewhat, 5 [: x, P, V+ B# w- w! r
with my will intact to go
2 w8 Q# B3 t5 F( k3 g4 D/ Z" xwherever I need to go,
/ @5 X5 I" |: @" K1 r% @and every post on the Edmontonchina Community
" y9 s6 u' x8 r$ g( rPrecious to me.
6 t# G/ O! {8 j. d+ } CIn my darkest night, 9 _2 F, O) C& d! w/ I
when the moon was covered. M: E# u" C6 Z- V6 [1 s
and I roamed through websites,% d: b9 m& A1 V( E- [ h" y
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
$ Y8 d9 C( v+ n8 }# s. wdirected me:
+ ?; G4 `# l" l8 `0 u6 o8 pLive in the layers
6 m5 Q1 P" A9 v; ?not on the litter.' p- u& h6 I3 B& a" P: O0 m
Though I lack the art # Z, t$ w: `" `5 V* B/ U- J6 a
to decipher it,, J3 g4 K/ D2 `8 s
no doubt the next chaper
1 M) o, M% r! Y& ~/ w' A* ~in my book of transformations9 ~: V+ n4 n8 \
is already written.: \0 p* l2 H% Q) P7 S/ ^
I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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原文在此:
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4 X8 S( A& c& W A" u: rThe Layers
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I have walked through many lives,
, ^2 Y& w4 t Z$ |2 V5 _some of them my own, % f6 l/ A( F: v! K: ~# r0 r! ~
and I am not who I was, ! |5 I2 U; m# H# y+ h9 N- l
though some principle of being * P" z) X( t& O5 k
abides, from which I struggle
: Q3 r$ B0 o2 W5 J9 xnot to stray. ) r i8 x6 U8 S: r! U2 s* W
When I look behind, : l2 N6 K7 ]3 [" T- I
as I am compelled to look + \2 L! s- n9 \( K* I
before I can gather strength
; G# B! o8 y1 N9 l& o, Cto proceed on my journey,
( K5 q$ d) {, C$ k6 q, Y) z" ` GI see the milestones dwindling
/ Z2 U' |8 f; A; V+ xtoward the horizon * |$ i) n6 z9 a7 M
and the slow fires trailing 2 s8 {" k) t# v d# O
from the abandoned camp-sites,
; z Y- M, H! E( Y2 dover which scavenger angels 9 J. R2 X4 J# a4 V
wheel on heavy wings. k, Y% d! r7 n( j# d) ?* Y+ u
Oh, I have made myself a tribe / t% f% i% g5 k9 w( | a
out of my true affections, ; h& |1 H3 }. r
and my tribe is scattered! 5 r: G' V* N7 w4 l
How shall the heart be reconciled $ Q6 S; j) r- [$ Z! G6 y: q
to its feast of losses? ' z6 }0 E2 |! |5 J2 l+ f; U
In a rising wind
* l6 W- Y8 `+ a1 ~$ G+ X; Q; Xthe manic dust of my friends, $ d* Y+ \1 A# u" U
those who fell along the way, # Y8 X" D' V) t# m& E
bitterly stings my face. % R- y7 P* k0 a; p+ f0 w
Yet I turn, I turn,
* ]& D' q4 |; c' i/ b6 Sexulting somewhat, # f8 I; |) r+ }, d3 C4 n" U
with my will intact to go
* A2 w3 x6 E4 t: n% ywhereever I need to go, , p. L& t- A5 ^3 U8 _1 |: F' s
and every stone on the road ! [$ `* x3 A: {. a# H
precious to me. $ k; j2 X5 N" Z. Z' P* k, P
In my darkest night,
1 \* i( `4 f- kwhen the moon was covered
, N" ^& q$ ]0 p7 i9 o- r/ t' Qand I roamed through wreckage, 5 i3 c n; n0 Q2 C5 S6 l W
a nimbus-clouded voice
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"Live in the layers, # O! J: a) H. p3 r8 o0 P" K$ w
not on the litter."
( M1 \9 H: j S5 B3 JThough I lack the art
: G: e- r7 m' L6 E; n+ Pto decipher it,
6 x4 N6 f8 w" F. Z6 f8 K0 R! j7 b' Gno doubt the next chapter
& g# y0 N0 d: O% B: Hin my book of transformations
8 k L0 v5 E) i( w+ y$ Gis already written. 0 Z2 q2 S. R3 ~* \1 k# J
I am not done with my changes.
2 y7 n! n0 Y7 H- j0 `. ]—Stanley Kunitz
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