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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。 ?% f# a- |7 ?$ D3 _/ l. [$ W9 e
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 layers8 b3 g9 ~( Y9 p
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I have walked through many websites,
* m5 U! S; d! H( M9 z1 x6 dsome of them I like,
1 a! [5 T) f- @. J7 Gand some of them I do not like.5 ?6 R0 G, n/ J- N) q
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe3 c v1 v4 K8 E# D/ t& O
out of his true affections.: f0 m* q/ s1 Q, \
I go, I go. V& [: J8 p- u; Z
exulting somewhat, ' S; E& C% n' A. \
with my will intact to go
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and every post on the Edmontonchina Community " j1 {% U* g) F* \
Precious to me.3 q- k l/ d6 ]( G' |
In my darkest night, ! t2 N. i! e% P0 F+ H
when the moon was covered; P" K: L* @+ K, F. {" @( V/ F
and I roamed through websites,8 ?7 Y! w; y+ s1 B3 |
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice ( e9 C5 |4 H6 w
directed me:3 N* P- z0 p( @: u4 k
Live in the layers0 d1 ]$ v3 Y+ V5 m% O _/ O! R. S
not on the litter.( G: m N W) w5 j
Though I lack the art # R. M2 @. q* j5 ?( o
to decipher it,
/ |5 M/ y7 A( K* vno doubt the next chaper
/ X- p) g( p, v$ i3 w) jin my book of transformations
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I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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% z2 p6 Y1 @2 W7 H6 x原文在此:
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& Z \9 ?& h( d5 XThe Layers
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% q! g3 o9 d, i, AI have walked through many lives, ) c7 e1 e9 `& c$ Q% f. |- Y4 m
some of them my own,
. a5 u* E+ w7 X4 Y& R: vand I am not who I was, $ _1 N) X$ x+ [1 K
though some principle of being
9 j' `3 t# E, u- i$ u, Y/ Dabides, from which I struggle / [' `) q9 R9 T: _$ J# E/ V, G
not to stray. , t3 q! O9 P3 m- d+ B0 w( M
When I look behind, : F4 W1 R5 X5 X4 q
as I am compelled to look
; V) q: Y# _4 zbefore I can gather strength 4 U j+ n9 R2 s4 v0 k) Z W
to proceed on my journey, - Q/ J8 i$ ~) u" l! n. _
I see the milestones dwindling / }9 }% ?! m# }! }
toward the horizon
1 r6 J* v/ [) C# V( Pand the slow fires trailing
8 g0 ?! `% f$ z* Dfrom the abandoned camp-sites,
" {, r o$ P( e7 f7 B' Eover which scavenger angels * z: h# U _) Y1 K9 `8 T# i- z
wheel on heavy wings.
( T& Y. N8 ?7 x& q9 v& Z" vOh, I have made myself a tribe
3 y% U) P0 j9 cout of my true affections,
/ \4 x: w; {1 Z, ~4 h! \6 k" k8 tand my tribe is scattered!
9 Z. R) h5 w/ d8 [0 V4 a" L" Y uHow shall the heart be reconciled , P& D, x6 l: p5 N! Y
to its feast of losses? + ^7 A! U4 G3 N2 o7 h/ N
In a rising wind
2 F. ]( m; \+ _/ R! n3 L( Z' v9 \5 T5 _the manic dust of my friends, $ w( S) l' O2 N- \2 F" K' J) G
those who fell along the way, 6 c# g, D. Y2 c `* ^! K* e4 a
bitterly stings my face. : y9 U' x, c0 h$ d$ j. Z/ D* M' U! _
Yet I turn, I turn,
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and every stone on the road
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In my darkest night,
! b/ j4 L' P& |1 |when the moon was covered
$ G3 n) T# S8 s& T) wand I roamed through wreckage,
0 k9 a, J) r$ h, s1 E4 Za nimbus-clouded voice 9 V5 }& ?" E `) l, A; }
directed me: ! o2 B V% b; |2 k: _
"Live in the layers,
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Though I lack the art & h6 ^; V. O3 y
to decipher it, ) B% |7 r ?( `
no doubt the next chapter
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is already written.
2 q& ?. ]; F% Y: C" t: |I am not done with my changes.
3 e- b/ M/ o* H# Y. O4 U, [5 x9 c% `% ^—Stanley Kunitz
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