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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
9 ]( [% K# U# {* w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, H( T% B* L4 u7 ]
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The layers
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I have walked through many websites,/ }# j$ \4 C! i
some of them I like,
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Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe- E |7 N# Q6 c0 j4 E6 Y
out of his true affections.
# l7 l3 H L+ m5 uI go, I go! E4 f m' e( h
exulting somewhat, / V% \+ O" e1 c
with my will intact to go
, B# I$ H) Z3 y# o) w: cwherever I need to go,) {/ t; L6 _# N
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community 1 }7 Q. P9 l( K( P8 z& V
Precious to me.
/ V' u/ Q: h* K: _* h* hIn my darkest night,
0 d9 G# T9 ]" @2 x; t! G# k Hwhen the moon was covered6 f/ z5 }: @6 F% v
and I roamed through websites,, c+ V0 Q/ A( S% `7 P( I
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice 0 s2 @6 ~- J8 Z5 L5 ^7 z
directed me: X8 X3 J! b+ U: \3 c- ]
Live in the layers. i7 ?, C* \0 y R) f" O
not on the litter.
9 j( g( R& K, v; A' t3 Q: G: M2 `! nThough I lack the art
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1 q6 h8 n! ^3 q) D F. z. u6 yno doubt the next chaper# C4 M9 A: b, u h/ `" z) {. ]3 P
in my book of transformations
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I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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原文在此:
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The Layers
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I have walked through many lives,
' E1 b; u& L/ Z4 bsome of them my own, 8 ]6 i$ M) M8 U: {2 H" z5 g! M# [
and I am not who I was,
, d; i5 m% S7 ~5 { _$ Othough some principle of being
( Y2 q! }# u, c$ b' gabides, from which I struggle : F5 ~1 i& D) j. {) y
not to stray. 2 i( j& u, _$ x# K" A
When I look behind, $ C! @2 G0 P) f! n
as I am compelled to look 5 Z1 }9 x8 t6 L. S
before I can gather strength
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I see the milestones dwindling * X% g* t" ]3 s: D& e) T7 f% c
toward the horizon + J8 J1 e! i) R2 Y8 c
and the slow fires trailing # s( j3 e" s6 Z- O7 i' j/ r, i0 t
from the abandoned camp-sites, $ Z; Y0 @' `* z7 e
over which scavenger angels
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; u' j, C& L+ h* x+ `2 sOh, I have made myself a tribe
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and my tribe is scattered!
& @9 g* r- P" `' G6 J+ O) THow shall the heart be reconciled
2 `6 L2 u1 ~. v7 R- L% Q+ e8 Ito its feast of losses?
3 Z' ^5 i& i8 J9 }: ~( n3 p ?In a rising wind
6 v c, `" {" `. kthe manic dust of my friends, 9 o- z# M9 j1 `+ Z4 Q7 v. b& P
those who fell along the way, - o( E. m$ C. \. o) k }
bitterly stings my face.
3 `. t' n6 U7 ZYet I turn, I turn,
& [8 W0 o, K, k" u/ E8 T Kexulting somewhat,
# I1 n$ B# p3 i. t5 n0 E- ^' D0 T& Pwith my will intact to go 9 {% K) M9 @( m- u% n! P
whereever I need to go, + A: t3 V3 h% b9 x! Y5 Y/ e% D
and every stone on the road
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In my darkest night, 7 D6 ?9 |$ v9 H$ b2 B }
when the moon was covered
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( P9 M0 O: n6 [4 O" B2 m' ba nimbus-clouded voice . h1 Z. S' B7 {# \5 b; @0 B9 s
directed me: " J& A7 @5 { H' f2 U, ?
"Live in the layers,
- h, D; o9 ]& p" i( rnot on the litter."
# S* Q! H' |1 HThough I lack the art
1 M" r- ]% N: tto decipher it, 9 F/ s1 R) \5 W0 M
no doubt the next chapter ) ?7 L* x8 f2 ^. k/ `- }: s
in my book of transformations # }7 v. `' `( a4 T, V
is already written. 9 h" C: U# Z( G" x& w* }1 ~9 u
I am not done with my changes.
5 X5 f9 W% B8 n% N8 z# g—Stanley Kunitz
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