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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。/ }9 C4 p) I5 G4 ^4 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; x% o8 e" M8 S, h8 f
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The layers. V& C( E: g$ l J
% x4 a+ k/ r6 Y: g/ iI have walked through many websites,
6 a7 h$ ]1 M7 R! G- Ysome of them I like,6 ]+ E( g% t* M; x
and some of them I do not like.0 s$ H( J M/ [( U4 {9 }4 y1 w, A
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
9 y% i! h, V$ mout of his true affections.
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exulting somewhat,
# }/ ^. C+ e L+ F2 @8 M0 {" t( T6 f# p- Rwith my will intact to go
: b) X4 A+ v& N: l" B( vwherever I need to go,
, p& V: n. x3 o" O$ v9 V, r, y* }and every post on the Edmontonchina Community 9 d. \: y& Y6 u: [
Precious to me.
/ k% f4 i2 y0 H. |! P. YIn my darkest night,
# D- { L& w1 b& iwhen the moon was covered
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a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice 5 u; M! U: q/ r/ W8 S) S9 }
directed me:
8 V1 C7 ~3 r: y% kLive in the layers
. I9 m/ q$ Z/ P6 Onot on the litter.5 b5 l6 X1 D6 V; D) ~
Though I lack the art
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' ]9 k: Q+ S# A+ t* Pno doubt the next chaper
/ o3 p& `+ W6 o. G. }; h Din my book of transformations
7 O! c! y* [+ F3 d# |is already written.
. `4 S) ^ _+ U0 {; L; E" GI love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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The Layers; ]% i$ [1 ?- ]* X( ?
$ S# e8 ] u. ~6 T' ]I have walked through many lives,
' M6 M. B9 a$ l+ F' osome of them my own,
- v3 v5 `1 I8 X, D, wand I am not who I was,
! G! k# r7 R( B1 kthough some principle of being 8 r3 f0 k- H6 S0 b
abides, from which I struggle 6 V5 K" ?8 p5 S
not to stray.
$ [$ \& @/ p4 N; ~ qWhen I look behind, " f& k' X, ?" c! e
as I am compelled to look * y' x/ ]7 I9 C0 A
before I can gather strength
6 [7 F" ^/ ~5 T9 }% I0 vto proceed on my journey,
) g: m' M7 F9 p2 v# rI see the milestones dwindling
$ E( J; u5 m0 V# \+ Atoward the horizon
A$ r$ F! F3 P F; }5 }% g! t1 ~and the slow fires trailing
: c) c) \2 z" R5 x* Gfrom the abandoned camp-sites, 6 x3 g6 T2 d0 t- ?- ?
over which scavenger angels 6 N' b, x9 y# [5 j( ` n8 g
wheel on heavy wings. 6 v1 d) }8 R! T- }+ g
Oh, I have made myself a tribe
" Z3 h; J0 `2 O* p; r' Uout of my true affections,
) h# ]& Y4 h& |! b5 ^and my tribe is scattered! + R y$ U: A# U7 [$ f& a% F
How shall the heart be reconciled 8 R+ g4 ?) j6 C: K2 K# W+ Y
to its feast of losses?
7 L* |7 _8 A U9 {6 nIn a rising wind . c/ c- K B! i2 ^% O, [9 F4 _
the manic dust of my friends, ) j+ i; ~( K8 @+ e
those who fell along the way,
) e8 R5 ^0 A8 Xbitterly stings my face.
0 s% ?2 X# D# w/ D# PYet I turn, I turn,
- S9 p7 D ]" G D/ v3 eexulting somewhat, - N& q+ e2 Q8 c5 Y/ J, {
with my will intact to go
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and every stone on the road + r+ \/ R/ V8 J1 I$ @9 ]' X$ h
precious to me. $ v8 M, U2 i" ?# L; P) g5 v) e
In my darkest night,
$ a% c3 _! V$ ~when the moon was covered 2 Z" ~) C& e0 s# G- w
and I roamed through wreckage,
, M* K2 X7 y; F! O" N ga nimbus-clouded voice
, V' o( [- k" xdirected me: ' Y& L2 o' [0 E5 b6 o T
"Live in the layers, * V# x3 v. H) P, u2 z, I8 w1 r
not on the litter."
& j O6 i. C8 C. LThough I lack the art O8 o4 k9 y4 t# f+ L6 A8 Z6 Q
to decipher it,
1 L& J. c$ D* J+ K. L9 d+ k Lno doubt the next chapter / b) t1 B) `5 G2 G b+ T% V
in my book of transformations
0 K. J3 c2 J- w, zis already written.
+ S/ L5 ?3 D+ c2 oI am not done with my changes.
) s4 K9 c: ~; z3 ?4 S4 f6 e) [ Y—Stanley Kunitz
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