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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
: K* ]. L) n. J$ t3 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
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The layers" k9 V: d: j! G% T4 o+ }6 Z
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I have walked through many websites,
$ r S) B1 A. v; osome of them I like,
2 x- R! }) l. fand some of them I do not like.% x8 K# i# q& Y( A
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe8 a$ T5 k- |; o& L/ @
out of his true affections.
0 i' i+ q& l0 Z1 P* _I go, I go
% |! O# X' w; F. Z/ p6 W+ Q* k0 n! j) N rexulting somewhat,
, g ~7 L6 M- q8 h, ^! p: Dwith my will intact to go
w; T% J4 R: F `0 xwherever I need to go,
6 q& _7 @. o* T. a |( A6 P1 b* band every post on the Edmontonchina Community - m _# J- ?3 i+ n1 s
Precious to me.; ~* H2 P0 N# s0 @
In my darkest night, 7 G/ _- Z/ V1 j) U+ e- s
when the moon was covered
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a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
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Live in the layers
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to decipher it,
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+ S( u* V4 ]$ f$ A o7 Vin my book of transformations
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I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.& q# }+ j2 Y7 d+ K
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原文在此:
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; C d$ d6 Q- yThe Layers: i) ^% E% |& @# w" N- Q% T4 \6 {
% K+ l6 ?$ r. D4 I9 g: s3 [0 L7 yI have walked through many lives, 7 n$ b, F7 p" v7 U3 z2 s7 w
some of them my own,
1 z5 m# G2 O4 q/ c" Eand I am not who I was, ( s8 T! I* C" Z N& c3 i
though some principle of being 3 M& I; {5 X- `) b- a/ J" S; Y
abides, from which I struggle 9 @5 M W, q ?$ D- T2 g: {1 a
not to stray. / C: X2 ]7 }7 m9 T
When I look behind, - D* M8 A4 D8 y" Z2 q3 w+ d- e
as I am compelled to look , w C, v9 v9 x! Y
before I can gather strength 2 W: S9 F0 ]2 H4 U0 Q" R; \$ c
to proceed on my journey, . @% @" b. N1 x- R/ D) `$ u
I see the milestones dwindling
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from the abandoned camp-sites, ) G/ P: m3 d4 Q; N& ~
over which scavenger angels
3 O* a8 Q+ B' _7 L( \wheel on heavy wings.
4 `$ L% c4 D: ~6 p4 ~8 L2 DOh, I have made myself a tribe * O. O. H; Z! T! C- k6 O M
out of my true affections, $ n/ l8 X) s: _7 w2 p S9 t
and my tribe is scattered!
; X) i8 K: a8 A9 j; l2 l& G) }5 d- ~How shall the heart be reconciled ' D$ H( l/ {( s, ]( j c
to its feast of losses? ( p1 G% n F: K F, W
In a rising wind 4 c8 m% n9 z% X4 g
the manic dust of my friends,
2 G& R+ ?5 q' f+ b/ w7 r/ u* v1 A7 C; \; @1 Othose who fell along the way,
2 c( ^" [" X* u( y9 F3 F5 Hbitterly stings my face.
% Y( @: E1 ^$ P) N9 s# TYet I turn, I turn,
6 }: H8 `$ ^; i7 ^6 @" B/ n$ Hexulting somewhat,
* X* J1 H! k! O* h6 \5 h( d5 xwith my will intact to go . V6 W* R, E+ n+ H" Y, U
whereever I need to go, : I. f" I6 I r, M4 R. l* i5 h
and every stone on the road
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; U$ H+ w$ ^' O1 q [: ?In my darkest night,
6 k7 g$ @; `3 L) Mwhen the moon was covered % E K k7 R' m" N& s# k
and I roamed through wreckage,
) N( J4 c+ r5 [/ u5 q8 Ka nimbus-clouded voice ! \7 o% d; g7 c- K" ^6 Y
directed me: 8 h9 r+ C- a* R1 z; W$ n
"Live in the layers,
: N/ ^( s: O; lnot on the litter." $ g4 A9 G* O; q/ [7 l
Though I lack the art
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no doubt the next chapter , f) }; ^" m$ H0 U$ ?
in my book of transformations
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I am not done with my changes.' w3 E% y4 Y3 W: n
—Stanley Kunitz
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