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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 \: |0 j, Q: h% z0 W) ?" @0 x3 Q
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 Kunitz3 n/ Q3 J# k3 L& h: f
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The layers, r' m* O W8 i' c; `- `
9 o& a1 r( v _( S( Y" ]I have walked through many websites,' K: o' X. X. L; I# n% ?
some of them I like,9 P: y- g0 F5 l" i
and some of them I do not like.. q9 ], t/ d4 Y( p6 }% e
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
1 _+ l# e- ]2 M' O% Qout of his true affections.
- @4 i# ?9 X1 ~7 eI go, I go0 {5 Y3 D$ u4 b" r; I( `* N
exulting somewhat, $ J: z! n! T+ ? ]& L8 s. k- G: h
with my will intact to go5 P- L7 Z1 \- f% M
wherever I need to go,
* n1 g" O- g9 vand every post on the Edmontonchina Community 4 K2 W4 O2 t7 J( Y
Precious to me." b( ~3 L5 t* i& z5 W2 [$ h
In my darkest night, , V; l( F7 X1 o2 ~# s1 D( s. C
when the moon was covered% Q: l2 J% U# S2 p) e! I
and I roamed through websites,, @3 v( [7 i6 \+ s1 |
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice ' J8 E! D2 L' \0 m0 z4 w* ~' b, P
directed me:
2 p# W1 V2 j, r: c6 D; |. }Live in the layers1 m( } g% ?' r! x
not on the litter.1 Y' g1 ~; i$ E, r; ]5 d
Though I lack the art 2 N( u/ B: E. E: p
to decipher it,
7 j+ c: I9 m2 l3 ]) O2 ~1 Pno doubt the next chaper
1 c! b: L! I* z$ e7 Bin my book of transformations
7 }* _- G' n' B8 q# iis already written.6 q6 E$ ?' @0 R) ~- O; L
I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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The Layers
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I have walked through many lives, 2 h2 z+ t$ N) E- k) c
some of them my own, . Q Q( i; `" e$ Y
and I am not who I was,
0 F$ C% s& r M; r. w# w4 gthough some principle of being ' h; @8 i# g6 }( j! u& t! `5 m
abides, from which I struggle 0 Q. m" A1 i. [) z" m) c! C3 T# u
not to stray.
( j# B! @2 ]5 S w3 G7 HWhen I look behind, : P' i1 _ [, g
as I am compelled to look
- }8 F7 D P8 O+ L: l2 y; s; Tbefore I can gather strength " N! o! H( @; X( e0 g2 A @
to proceed on my journey, % s4 B2 B0 y0 k7 L* g" x n
I see the milestones dwindling
$ q6 H% O% M' K6 Vtoward the horizon
3 y: X$ V6 Z4 D7 kand the slow fires trailing 2 W) |, |1 _; Q; V5 I/ H8 b9 i
from the abandoned camp-sites,
9 B- d7 E. T4 l: bover which scavenger angels
7 }& p* g3 g$ }9 d# ^2 Fwheel on heavy wings.
" U, j& C; W& J, y- w: R9 e2 BOh, I have made myself a tribe
" y. L' r* x8 D3 ]& \out of my true affections,
( P% S$ w9 @& _and my tribe is scattered! ; O$ {6 G6 o3 b
How shall the heart be reconciled
+ n4 h3 L5 v' r) o* Y Yto its feast of losses? ' O q. u: i* Y, F4 a! R. D4 }' i
In a rising wind
) x6 x4 N/ k0 Z6 t+ sthe manic dust of my friends, % M6 u8 j* P+ Z# d/ P& M' q
those who fell along the way,
! }6 R: O2 c+ c: J! ebitterly stings my face. + T3 `' ], E! f% Z$ g) [' G& |
Yet I turn, I turn, ! K8 q7 D( @" d% B! V/ r
exulting somewhat, ' \% ~3 t" J. T3 h; x
with my will intact to go
/ i+ ?+ t# i5 M' m- \ |3 M/ e Fwhereever I need to go, 8 g+ v# P/ a# R9 c) ^) [
and every stone on the road
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1 d. G" Y q w$ k/ ]' X$ oIn my darkest night, 1 n( d# x! H8 i2 J& K* ^2 Y
when the moon was covered & j3 o2 `& x2 G8 {! B& S* M
and I roamed through wreckage,
1 E; c; `. M; t. D+ Va nimbus-clouded voice
- D- f* K A; y6 u) z }5 zdirected me: 7 j2 p+ d' ^- ^, L
"Live in the layers, 8 _$ {9 C5 n, T3 f5 n: I
not on the litter."
0 X2 B; n f2 J3 v3 }Though I lack the art " G/ E+ \- T5 {! P
to decipher it, 5 h3 U* n( S0 w
no doubt the next chapter 4 V3 a* o% `8 T' A
in my book of transformations
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+ H* H4 ^' F5 V' ^8 y) ?6 yI am not done with my changes.7 Z$ J2 v v! o/ l ~! Z5 {
—Stanley Kunitz4 X- D" D% H t$ r* R
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