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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。4 b! L; \) @5 z
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
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I have walked through many websites,4 N3 |( v0 I% X1 V
some of them I like,
" ?+ O" B# z0 H. y5 |5 Vand some of them I do not like./ g8 i2 j3 l5 b) t6 x+ d/ V
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe* I m+ q4 W( Q: L" q+ B
out of his true affections.
9 f9 Q! H1 d" i) g% k" MI go, I go
3 n1 F; z, R! L+ t7 uexulting somewhat,
. o$ ^, R Y4 \ D$ T1 Uwith my will intact to go
& m' f% P: @7 n$ B* r& d. [wherever I need to go,
- F: d2 n- |* o$ _and every post on the Edmontonchina Community
c5 Z: C/ f. x# NPrecious to me.* a, w: U9 W0 N
In my darkest night,
3 t H, @2 P1 f6 a! P' dwhen the moon was covered9 V( h0 G2 e, b; e: z
and I roamed through websites,
# O* s3 X2 B& R ^7 ca nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
3 N. _3 P; B6 a$ B% ?$ X. Hdirected me:- c" a9 r) B4 b5 s
Live in the layers
0 A1 Z8 M; |- Y3 p Mnot on the litter.8 u5 Q+ u, X* a. c
Though I lack the art
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no doubt the next chaper% `2 P* O9 `6 F- h# o
in my book of transformations
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, Q4 [- B* v: X% |0 rI love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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: H D5 _) j S7 ^+ y原文在此:
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# g2 f+ k; Y2 z, X. XThe Layers
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; e! I* \7 \6 P. V6 MI have walked through many lives,
! Y: R, \3 l5 w$ T$ ^. Bsome of them my own,
. W v/ R2 y) O# `0 Cand I am not who I was,
/ k# @2 `4 l. i; R7 ]though some principle of being ) u+ w+ v7 u v, D6 U/ @
abides, from which I struggle
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6 `' V* P: H' v- sWhen I look behind, - {% g/ N. M7 B' M. |
as I am compelled to look ' F% q5 O! n$ c X) [/ l& x
before I can gather strength
4 Q3 `7 J5 a" L/ m! Dto proceed on my journey,
9 |! e5 ~) J g2 d; o9 R4 d# xI see the milestones dwindling ! O! A6 }+ J4 [5 J/ j% Z$ b2 _0 N
toward the horizon 1 [$ B! ?( E4 F" S
and the slow fires trailing
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over which scavenger angels
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Oh, I have made myself a tribe
9 `: i* b2 D' }% o( i& D: Q$ P* Bout of my true affections,
0 j" \. m* ~5 \5 j1 g/ g* Zand my tribe is scattered!
6 t3 v* t+ _5 d' Z, r& V d+ OHow shall the heart be reconciled
: V" z; |( J+ x$ @# ?2 }' mto its feast of losses? # X( |, r- N( `1 B& e# L, ~
In a rising wind
* B/ E/ e) w/ I& B5 ?1 T! pthe manic dust of my friends, . L# f- ~$ N: u* c! k8 ^
those who fell along the way,
( B+ Z4 f- f% ^' P* zbitterly stings my face.
; m0 X- M) C- _Yet I turn, I turn,
' C, M( t, _; r+ @! J- pexulting somewhat,
( B& ?( Y M( a/ x) g( T8 jwith my will intact to go ( D" n1 Q7 X- D5 M1 J: j6 q
whereever I need to go,
$ Z- x& r. f+ f q; k0 l# Fand every stone on the road
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# t9 Z, N0 ?- m: ^In my darkest night,
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and I roamed through wreckage, 8 H: j4 [& ]6 B0 D' ?& t: z( q
a nimbus-clouded voice
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"Live in the layers,
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( u+ o) W* M A) Q" r& `Though I lack the art
, F! }3 E" f+ K6 o- Y: U2 E) pto decipher it,
" j. d I* D2 e2 n1 r2 s, {no doubt the next chapter
3 c/ |/ l; m) \; T; s' S1 x$ Oin my book of transformations 0 D) `* i. p3 K, p5 e t! v
is already written.
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—Stanley Kunitz6 e. m) N3 y1 }1 C& C3 s% H" _* O4 d: B) J
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