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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
, ~) {3 F0 h# Q3 b) H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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5 ]: n3 ?2 X9 Q- B$ W% f7 e7 v The layers/ S8 A3 {* b* B8 i; n
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I have walked through many websites,8 y" w: v7 M' m- s" w8 y2 { h
some of them I like,
i% w& { `% w. P9 S$ eand some of them I do not like., O* `) {" w$ ]
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe7 m; r1 g D2 C( J/ i
out of his true affections./ S& f% k5 T0 g: O2 w! {' o! k
I go, I go
. S6 Z/ ?! ^; @' W! Aexulting somewhat, * @. x: u& m7 A0 W: |( H% ?
with my will intact to go1 j& @, V# h0 c1 d. g! ~
wherever I need to go,
3 p: B6 H7 F. s$ Vand every post on the Edmontonchina Community
# K6 z+ V$ [5 Y* k6 yPrecious to me.+ {# n" E' w- u9 h! J
In my darkest night, 2 P* H) X* T; G- D3 Z
when the moon was covered
7 f8 b( A x* q/ ~& y- \and I roamed through websites,
# k# T v9 x; S7 {a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice ; L/ D0 n! v. ]6 g
directed me:
- M1 ]9 p3 d2 S4 nLive in the layers, I# F$ U, j7 o! r: n e3 }
not on the litter.! J6 w) O a5 S
Though I lack the art ) B" H6 F! s0 @+ X- {
to decipher it,
$ g, H) n) \3 ^( ]no doubt the next chaper; g8 j# b7 {. I5 Y+ E
in my book of transformations; U9 e0 S% M2 L8 w
is already written.; `/ d8 t, A% M
I love to live with Edmontonchina Community., j7 }) {. H. @0 T: [! c
, A6 }* F0 V* T, }9 z! d原文在此:* x; _( a+ A& w$ [* Q0 ^; r
+ A' E1 d0 d5 P7 U- lThe Layers
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# ^: [( I, J3 f, u3 |* C' B+ V5 bI have walked through many lives,
# q4 V4 Z2 e4 |% G; ^) T( ?- U7 [0 e. ]some of them my own,
, N* _( @& H; z2 Nand I am not who I was, * D, Q q: Q4 k$ V- e _9 Q
though some principle of being
& {- A3 z0 y# k5 v2 } ?+ h3 \5 n1 Habides, from which I struggle . h6 A' M4 s1 t4 }6 g3 K9 l
not to stray. * |0 k, n n6 [& ?2 A0 N
When I look behind, 6 P7 o. v( w. U m) N8 [
as I am compelled to look
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: |& x1 [$ P3 F O n9 A. dto proceed on my journey, - S" L" P1 A* W7 z9 u: \. e( `! H- P& |9 h
I see the milestones dwindling
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and the slow fires trailing
, q/ Y8 Q q$ l; E5 R- h" r6 k" hfrom the abandoned camp-sites,
" {9 `& ~ e3 {8 e6 Wover which scavenger angels
, A; p4 [$ D0 w7 y: ^6 M1 uwheel on heavy wings. . E( d' }8 g9 E7 D9 p
Oh, I have made myself a tribe 7 d( r, Y7 f* U; G! ^
out of my true affections, % j+ v$ K, q |& V- T( d
and my tribe is scattered! , `% X: K- J. o
How shall the heart be reconciled 5 F2 B" q* \. ^( W y4 B7 d
to its feast of losses?
# L! f4 T: ?" S, K6 Z" K wIn a rising wind
0 y# }, U' p5 h, Ithe manic dust of my friends,
9 c- V* q% F$ a W3 Ithose who fell along the way, $ a$ Z8 \, ]; L0 f5 l: r
bitterly stings my face.
+ G& z/ t6 ]- `6 f: q; G5 jYet I turn, I turn, ' X4 S* E5 }& d: h
exulting somewhat,
* M8 W3 {' M" d* Swith my will intact to go 7 A6 {; d, A$ c1 |
whereever I need to go,
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precious to me.
- Q8 P- e* t2 o2 y! O/ x1 ~6 c7 ]( LIn my darkest night, * M E. h0 h1 V, w
when the moon was covered
W$ I: s9 A4 {4 v, r2 r7 _1 hand I roamed through wreckage, 6 \' i3 l# G2 b! Q; L* u {: l4 v' i
a nimbus-clouded voice
$ B( w/ Z/ b! H' ]6 ^directed me:
, I" k" o7 j% I: k9 v% R+ }9 V"Live in the layers,
8 {% b' |$ I% G0 y) g9 A7 w2 Jnot on the litter." 3 F- D0 |% {/ L' M
Though I lack the art 7 |- j" K/ y2 C( V5 V3 p2 x9 Z0 N- P
to decipher it, # }0 V" l- Y8 s2 E, U
no doubt the next chapter 4 ^! d9 f6 o6 M6 c
in my book of transformations 1 H$ v: N/ [; B$ a+ ]4 y) r
is already written. 7 H3 s4 b/ h& s" @6 Y2 v9 B
I am not done with my changes.5 @- `! T" h- V! z2 i+ O
—Stanley Kunitz
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