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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。' ?+ Z! a# h: p# _: i$ Q; e
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 Kunitz7 K; t4 ]# v( J, D2 \( v' b- `
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The layers9 p5 u, \7 X2 D# r4 i, F
# N- w, t% ^/ G' }8 j2 C' mI have walked through many websites,1 T* ~7 ~5 f1 h! M
some of them I like,
2 {" v$ [. g6 H1 jand some of them I do not like. _* Y3 q# `/ m4 n
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe$ q' @0 m9 k' E4 f
out of his true affections.$ v% T! M( r) R5 r U5 \) h7 k
I go, I go5 B' l/ U2 m. Z; w( ?
exulting somewhat,
4 J# S8 M# B' Z, @. ~4 Gwith my will intact to go6 f, o9 ^' i0 h+ Y. A* j
wherever I need to go,
, u* l9 W* d5 a3 D; k! Q, Tand every post on the Edmontonchina Community
8 R$ R# u$ P# Q5 I! I. YPrecious to me.
" b( V# `: f7 `( dIn my darkest night,
, e' f/ m N Z% Z3 gwhen the moon was covered
; z/ E; u j2 r0 {4 Tand I roamed through websites,+ K. \0 g/ I: ^# @0 J: u& e
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
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4 O& |7 {) {$ M; g# |Live in the layers
1 \/ M1 ^. v! h" D! nnot on the litter.7 i6 m* G/ Y% f* Q7 l6 p
Though I lack the art $ l2 T1 D" L: S+ ^
to decipher it,
. f/ H* C7 j7 v/ F/ _no doubt the next chaper
2 a4 `( k: x! S- `1 P4 S; xin my book of transformations1 Z- g' U# h$ s% c+ n+ R' F$ o
is already written.' _' |& R' T1 {2 v
I love to live with Edmontonchina Community., W2 Q6 ^. q4 g" t9 M0 x2 f5 ~
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原文在此:
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The Layers7 |4 ^( h4 `# e
9 B5 I! Y1 g$ Y4 yI have walked through many lives,
; k4 S6 @& X( j" A& D/ @ dsome of them my own,
2 T0 i4 g3 y0 u" C3 U3 ~* s: Qand I am not who I was,
+ A7 u* O: A. p9 f) \. }0 Fthough some principle of being , p1 W, t/ v; ~1 Q7 z4 }8 j
abides, from which I struggle ! ^1 C6 f3 O# j% l
not to stray. 8 A+ v; o4 m5 c2 _# ^( j' v' n
When I look behind,
: C* E% W. s$ m3 _as I am compelled to look . w# F3 C; m$ w( y
before I can gather strength 4 E- L2 _/ m- L
to proceed on my journey,
$ }" K7 m/ J9 `& y% j/ |' a6 ~I see the milestones dwindling % i8 Y- B8 { O5 c& Q' m0 z
toward the horizon
0 m& l+ G5 ]* Fand the slow fires trailing
# k+ I4 w/ W6 r1 U u/ wfrom the abandoned camp-sites, ) d6 h/ q! o1 Y/ {$ ]
over which scavenger angels
$ K( e* D$ B9 h3 l3 P+ hwheel on heavy wings.
/ `$ n4 r2 H7 AOh, I have made myself a tribe
3 N1 @; D. k f/ H% T- f, oout of my true affections, , H$ d* B. ?- Y: P3 `
and my tribe is scattered!
+ V1 V0 D3 n' }4 z. E$ SHow shall the heart be reconciled
# _( m3 S g. h; W5 dto its feast of losses? . u5 o m# u) W
In a rising wind
' x( X; N" A. P9 z+ ^6 Q# x N$ lthe manic dust of my friends, & @7 b6 V; p5 p- {' m4 R
those who fell along the way, " b* v8 P/ k6 j/ y
bitterly stings my face. . d5 S7 _' P0 l, r, ?
Yet I turn, I turn, $ e5 k6 G6 |1 { j2 h3 \& m3 m
exulting somewhat, ; ^! G. J- u8 `5 A7 {; n, S
with my will intact to go
5 P/ ~& q% a" {0 a3 N& [, ewhereever I need to go,
, f. l3 Y, Z# pand every stone on the road
) Z% Z& C* M% s( Wprecious to me. 9 I4 E$ S3 `3 o, D
In my darkest night, 2 A h8 a' x/ u, h( o: S
when the moon was covered
* a& k" x" y, z) h2 kand I roamed through wreckage,
G! l( p5 _2 ?9 E- V; T5 ha nimbus-clouded voice * Y! |( c% p9 \
directed me: 4 j- ~. t6 N! U. ~
"Live in the layers, . b6 \% x& @: [; T# w! J
not on the litter." 3 p E2 z0 M) k H3 o5 }
Though I lack the art
1 F) P5 E0 c- m& Fto decipher it, ; p: d0 ]4 {8 w' `# e8 o: A! ~
no doubt the next chapter
& O5 C1 b9 R1 @4 ain my book of transformations ' ~! X; A5 }4 Q" S" J- X
is already written.
/ f* u# B! C& |3 N, O3 eI am not done with my changes.( x* }8 B J5 m/ p: _
—Stanley Kunitz% G0 L! x+ L* {- S5 R
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