 鲜花( 0)  鸡蛋( 0)
|
【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
0 J5 S+ h( g" D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
2 ~6 f& T5 h# e I5 t+ o) L3 w7 x5 U
0 S" }; U8 x C
+ s5 n8 C, g7 ` The layers
$ x& o0 A- v' [8 Q9 `0 m7 O' n; _% p# b# G& R/ J2 G
I have walked through many websites,
8 u; P1 p. w3 M3 S Msome of them I like,
\9 r& @$ K0 Qand some of them I do not like.
6 Z6 k$ x+ A- F: A* }. l! dOh, Lao Yang have made a tribe0 Z( o' S n5 z2 _9 L) X
out of his true affections.9 x3 F& _, f$ C0 s6 y
I go, I go
8 ]5 V3 j+ C& e5 O) f, w, Xexulting somewhat,
* a U! a v* |' }with my will intact to go
# m( w6 l, n J% ]0 j( cwherever I need to go,
7 |( {% b$ u" D4 A4 U0 q& aand every post on the Edmontonchina Community
e6 ~$ h# N6 @1 x9 p J% Y/ G1 NPrecious to me.8 p8 X/ \/ E% c: u
In my darkest night,
' \$ [0 W: o* `& s' Z5 {when the moon was covered
/ H0 e' [+ D/ U4 B2 e; Rand I roamed through websites,
+ W% h2 j4 K$ na nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice ) V, T3 [: `% T4 g3 Z6 O( h/ |
directed me:# }+ B$ g7 V" [- Z) ^) j' m2 \. h `
Live in the layers2 C( I. O% d1 g' e# y0 E0 X
not on the litter.7 T. P6 R: a" u
Though I lack the art
# P& W' w: g+ Ito decipher it,
' y0 d% R. _9 u* q& I( G5 p2 f1 e- Zno doubt the next chaper
5 N. k F. Y9 d6 A3 G4 [! M' t* l" bin my book of transformations
% p; ^) o, }+ y# Q& D9 m% Jis already written., V' V) ~' q7 ?0 K9 L5 [
I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.' y3 X0 ]; F6 B* K# c
: F0 s( Q( ^3 s" x/ z原文在此:
( t/ U1 d0 R) H" |* `/ x h$ \. H2 N* T D) k
The Layers- D, J3 ?0 p$ r5 S6 n
0 C: W9 l1 M1 Z: {( wI have walked through many lives, 5 n' y2 c$ x1 T0 x- S# }
some of them my own, / I8 X* o$ d, C. o( {! |& u
and I am not who I was, 5 K1 q9 ]& y7 \0 P1 v" U/ \ h- `
though some principle of being * U- F3 s9 l0 K& q
abides, from which I struggle
~7 ^6 ~. e, Y: [+ m( k$ F9 ]not to stray.
6 M" W8 i$ H" `, Z, n. _1 GWhen I look behind,
% N- s, r( G; l) } m* p3 }3 Oas I am compelled to look
2 o8 t) w. }- B/ d! l. z4 y4 hbefore I can gather strength ' k* D B7 i8 `$ x
to proceed on my journey, + k" ?( G% ], |: X) j! y m
I see the milestones dwindling
! e2 _6 z* G2 D) Otoward the horizon
" i! O+ e3 p( ~$ v) w, X( U) oand the slow fires trailing ' r! E: |5 H' J
from the abandoned camp-sites,
- G5 ~1 e& q5 L% P1 H1 j8 _! A( @over which scavenger angels
) G m0 c3 B0 G3 T' \+ nwheel on heavy wings. 2 h Y3 G+ k8 i5 [7 s2 C
Oh, I have made myself a tribe
. T( }% ^' k2 Lout of my true affections,
* I- T- J/ m! A; u! Zand my tribe is scattered! ; Q* B* f" @, ?3 j4 G- G( J
How shall the heart be reconciled
7 ?1 f9 i# ]6 }- \. {9 d- uto its feast of losses? 0 W. V! z% N* A, ?# D9 X
In a rising wind . W/ f- C7 q7 D# C5 z
the manic dust of my friends, 6 ?& K" ~% {3 q7 q
those who fell along the way,
4 Q& t2 l7 X/ D' ]/ _# I9 bbitterly stings my face. 3 S5 V% U% @- X6 ?1 {" z, b4 L
Yet I turn, I turn,
4 l& B- V0 _5 s5 nexulting somewhat,
5 P/ ]6 d% x9 q1 U2 ~) L* u; jwith my will intact to go " H7 X3 b0 X9 J3 e" W
whereever I need to go, ' F/ C1 k2 ` \
and every stone on the road ( F& a9 Y! n! s9 V5 a1 G$ @+ L W' {
precious to me. ! k+ A4 b5 }' m2 o; m% C
In my darkest night, 9 w1 R0 S9 L- L: D' x; z# \
when the moon was covered
/ g0 s- U }2 T. l: [; Hand I roamed through wreckage,
* u( w9 Z4 Q. Oa nimbus-clouded voice 4 K9 u* I3 ^( C$ i4 D4 X) ?: `% d! C
directed me: 9 ]( p2 h* Y( P* [
"Live in the layers,
3 K) b) e& R6 n- e. G! y4 ]: ~not on the litter."
3 v5 x3 h6 @. \, fThough I lack the art
F7 u( @( m3 M- l. _( k5 Lto decipher it, ; n1 c# k. y, S8 `0 o' I
no doubt the next chapter
; Q0 }, ~9 ?* C0 }" f2 }in my book of transformations
* B9 N: x* z, O3 ^3 p9 [ F' ^is already written.
2 y$ m* C2 C% S& [/ BI am not done with my changes.
& M; n: Y/ G6 R4 p% Z4 {—Stanley Kunitz% _& t$ V1 C4 }" I
- b2 G) P0 {1 a' {
[ 本帖最后由 betterbest 于 2009-3-31 13:31 编辑 ] |
|