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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) P' D: p7 `) ^, U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 Kunitz2 T* o, h$ O1 ~+ @7 s; j
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I have walked through many websites,( s+ y1 ^- C* [- ~4 l( x
some of them I like,
" L4 a5 P% T* l* fand some of them I do not like., A. d; S6 D0 _# @
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe' _0 k5 K1 f5 g9 A- ^& M ]
out of his true affections.% k# F) Z' H" ~$ d0 [
I go, I go
- f% ] j! D, t9 B3 w1 dexulting somewhat,
3 X8 F4 X' ?$ M0 j4 F+ Uwith my will intact to go7 T2 Q% Z% z+ {# H2 N
wherever I need to go,7 T% v# m# O+ t- g' Y/ y9 V& a) G
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community & B. @. X! G$ z# {2 s
Precious to me.9 D- D. o- d7 `$ a# w
In my darkest night, 4 W3 H/ w! H, X+ C" N
when the moon was covered
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) Q2 H; I& }. B. n \6 v0 Fa nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
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Live in the layers
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Though I lack the art
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in my book of transformations
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I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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8 W6 F( c2 g( o _4 c: Z7 t原文在此:% H1 ?7 R1 x8 } y0 G9 I0 e
5 |; o1 R4 d# N& r7 c H- P3 K0 h0 }The Layers& T& d9 q! C1 p, Z1 j" z
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I have walked through many lives,
* q3 s& `1 E: Z6 |some of them my own, 2 _6 j! L; b6 X6 d
and I am not who I was,
$ r; n# D. s6 o8 t* ]! t, Zthough some principle of being
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not to stray. # V* J# i/ g8 W. W6 }
When I look behind, ; O: Q- D7 u: a& E9 `7 y- S
as I am compelled to look
4 E K; A1 y: ^) Gbefore I can gather strength
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; X0 j* h! W+ W3 g! ^5 O5 Q1 pI see the milestones dwindling
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and the slow fires trailing
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over which scavenger angels
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3 t7 r9 ]% ?1 _Oh, I have made myself a tribe ) U6 I# q4 G3 ^
out of my true affections, : M1 U3 h$ x& T# C- q% H
and my tribe is scattered! + T# C1 M- d3 }3 D, W# w' L6 n1 M
How shall the heart be reconciled
' K1 @" y) k7 C3 R9 P. Vto its feast of losses? / z1 I3 Y# m# G. L% r, r
In a rising wind
/ X1 q3 m5 [3 gthe manic dust of my friends, 1 D& h9 T6 R) X4 Y
those who fell along the way,
: [' g! _; X5 l6 e( zbitterly stings my face. 0 h6 _7 a1 w, b5 H7 ^
Yet I turn, I turn,
U1 H j% q) S! X+ _4 @' R( z' fexulting somewhat,
' J2 P& @+ s4 R/ o" zwith my will intact to go
1 c4 P0 Q$ e. Z7 `) G G% mwhereever I need to go, ( V' n( D# h6 _8 ]4 h2 ~7 ?2 i
and every stone on the road
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* C- G# C2 j' B1 e( X( s+ X# fIn my darkest night, * H, Q# g2 W S9 o6 _ f
when the moon was covered 5 [4 ]" @+ k( n4 G5 \: A0 X
and I roamed through wreckage,
7 |8 W7 q% _5 o. F& J- I) o# Ba nimbus-clouded voice
2 Y5 B, @! b0 Ndirected me: " C1 ~$ c) U' Z* X
"Live in the layers,
# p/ O; t5 i/ O9 h) U; Z( Tnot on the litter." ' v2 j; z& W* y1 C2 z @
Though I lack the art / e8 j- y9 A) Q( m
to decipher it,
$ F( P3 L ` D. p2 Fno doubt the next chapter
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is already written. - r: i5 a# D; u. W
I am not done with my changes.
3 w/ _+ O7 @" x y0 G) p* Y+ E—Stanley Kunitz
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