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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。2 Q- e1 Q0 ?; J! |# K+ i
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 \- t) X3 g$ e4 i; P3 T
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The layers
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! O7 w6 R$ K: R. l# vI have walked through many websites,
( N' y& `& w z# |1 ?" rsome of them I like,2 p1 h: D E/ |; ~* i0 g8 n
and some of them I do not like.+ b6 |8 J! H. @! u
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
7 c6 b. D5 Q5 A. Tout of his true affections.
) b) F2 |0 ? W# u+ Q0 I6 aI go, I go6 j. N" y1 R2 q
exulting somewhat, & z5 C- Z) b+ d4 W
with my will intact to go* R9 b! d* c0 R' e
wherever I need to go,
/ u! A" Q2 J. N$ q& zand every post on the Edmontonchina Community
g- ~- J, k7 V; F, KPrecious to me.
* h6 k, a s+ n+ t' g- v" y. P/ C/ }In my darkest night, 6 G' l w3 H' o( b
when the moon was covered
# M8 }8 g6 s n5 F( fand I roamed through websites,) y0 n7 d: j9 r$ t
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice ; R K; W! k9 t8 Z2 u
directed me:
+ t; x( j8 T1 OLive in the layers% U+ U' D+ e# H% F
not on the litter. ~' \, w- `4 u7 ]% a- \# N
Though I lack the art
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8 F$ b6 W6 n( T6 ~no doubt the next chaper
. A/ U' m; j4 b5 Z* D0 Iin my book of transformations
& l9 l; d3 ?' uis already written.2 R$ L2 {' K% n" Y$ z4 w: ]! V
I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.% c8 f8 l( k5 I! |) f
; v4 q; e( H, p- X: \8 {! k; _2 I原文在此:; f9 J, \- u' c/ H4 b2 c
# [+ @9 ]& S" U! aThe Layers% ?: @4 X, P. w/ k% `% `
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I have walked through many lives, + D% m2 o% W: A0 m. t
some of them my own,
7 I) f/ G u* G2 |& A2 G6 Jand I am not who I was, 8 F# R+ ] O0 I3 i
though some principle of being
/ A2 R. J: r" g( _6 Labides, from which I struggle ' T: [' o5 S/ r$ e: m
not to stray. 1 a+ d5 t3 b$ @3 X. p) b; P0 [
When I look behind,
9 a/ r4 j6 _: z) M. `( Q( b2 das I am compelled to look
1 X; V" t- Z; i& zbefore I can gather strength
: ~* Q4 R' V cto proceed on my journey,
1 ] n- h P) m. @I see the milestones dwindling
6 K; [1 y x! I$ n$ d9 f6 S5 m1 ?toward the horizon
) v& N" x% U: O& f2 U7 u7 Z" xand the slow fires trailing 5 {5 i6 [" _# U3 S
from the abandoned camp-sites, , n+ k4 ~$ Q- e9 |
over which scavenger angels
! o3 T9 M9 o+ S5 x; l" k3 F/ B! ywheel on heavy wings.
( Q6 V: g& Y/ sOh, I have made myself a tribe
' Z# B6 ^: V$ m; j5 [out of my true affections,
8 x) @' Q- q" O- sand my tribe is scattered!
: p! L7 B5 }5 E2 qHow shall the heart be reconciled % h3 l' F6 T, A
to its feast of losses?
- F2 Z: g) x! Z1 r0 ?6 S+ T" pIn a rising wind
; A! k! G o9 q! ?the manic dust of my friends, 3 H N& ?4 q& @: A
those who fell along the way, $ ?* M$ o9 @, j! f |; j* T. ]
bitterly stings my face. & U$ q' h' I, }- G
Yet I turn, I turn, 5 N2 j- g8 ~: r
exulting somewhat,
5 m7 e8 m; T, {6 ~. k) ^# \with my will intact to go
; `* @4 r; y# q6 u. vwhereever I need to go, 4 t& C) M, h* [8 @+ u/ K4 [
and every stone on the road
& R& W6 N: \; _2 w6 b2 J- S! c/ ?precious to me.
: `5 j$ P! f6 e e4 I. I, IIn my darkest night,
' E, B$ A, m! p, }when the moon was covered
0 _1 n3 b, O ^# X1 j% I5 W/ kand I roamed through wreckage,
( p- c N' V5 N/ Ea nimbus-clouded voice & V6 K3 F) ^) {: G
directed me: 7 m2 K/ h. S2 p7 d2 X5 C3 |
"Live in the layers, * j& s% K9 F' \
not on the litter."
) g1 f0 x+ g- c8 C$ h2 i1 LThough I lack the art
' M5 e# Y6 e* dto decipher it,
1 w# I7 D8 I3 b" jno doubt the next chapter
- M# p. D: D2 R" y* Min my book of transformations 5 z I8 K$ `9 X% P c
is already written. % O) E3 f; W' k6 q
I am not done with my changes.
( \* g$ {3 `1 B—Stanley Kunitz a+ H7 X+ q9 Q3 X! z
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