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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。1 l0 a0 [) }0 G1 W# K& w, k3 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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; _" C/ ~! m4 Z8 m4 A7 a The layers! z8 s i+ C, J9 {; Z/ N/ F4 E
1 G( v- Q$ T5 N% e* SI have walked through many websites,
, t; P" [9 r$ W. Y; N: ]% Z0 _! `some of them I like,
. A! q+ m2 z4 Uand some of them I do not like.1 F% a- g7 U% S/ k3 v& \# I; u
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe, O1 z. V1 W1 B; j7 a: q
out of his true affections.
$ p. g$ K/ c# k6 d1 F# RI go, I go: r$ a1 D+ `' D
exulting somewhat, ( `4 n9 l* i: [
with my will intact to go
$ d" J5 r9 O; f" W6 i& X% zwherever I need to go,) |/ K+ S1 \5 G/ {. W
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community
]% h* x/ Y$ T8 BPrecious to me.
5 a7 j8 Q/ ]- R4 {! t# t$ qIn my darkest night, 2 ~5 {3 T- ~- l
when the moon was covered# R; N- y4 z$ f! K5 p
and I roamed through websites,& _+ |2 O0 ^' {0 x
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice ! w$ z4 \( B8 v* v; y* @3 x
directed me:+ {5 L& @3 b# [- K
Live in the layers9 g8 H/ B' k& f" m& [" T
not on the litter.
J i% G N) B3 l6 f0 l5 H3 X* YThough I lack the art
( y) f' E4 L; {7 y7 N* G1 ?to decipher it,. O/ x, p7 R. ? b& ?
no doubt the next chaper5 N8 f, k$ b! T# n- y i8 F
in my book of transformations) G/ e' Z7 y% [0 v+ d' K- P& e
is already written.6 B6 f( c [" f4 Z
I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.# k8 P. ? S( V4 \
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原文在此:& a9 s3 ^9 x" P* _
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The Layers
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I have walked through many lives, & T/ }9 c. Z _3 ?
some of them my own,
; z! K3 y( P9 D$ a: g$ _, L: hand I am not who I was,
$ Y; k& w' i4 B3 @) _though some principle of being - p: |6 P3 n& @2 c6 s, k
abides, from which I struggle
6 I7 K% \/ T1 o9 O9 _not to stray. ! p- {3 j, @. L7 n- z3 g
When I look behind,
& F) r% D) Y+ X' }' Q* [as I am compelled to look
7 N. b& a5 {: E6 f: C6 L$ M$ `before I can gather strength 9 g* Q8 G3 q" G- T, p& V
to proceed on my journey, ! H- X2 N( Q* a; W, [
I see the milestones dwindling 9 ~9 D% I" ?- ~) f
toward the horizon
5 R7 R) f7 p+ W6 Q% eand the slow fires trailing
1 y$ _9 _# h. g! r, u) {from the abandoned camp-sites, . l2 z" x! P# H& D" B" x$ v
over which scavenger angels
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Oh, I have made myself a tribe
9 y5 @# r- O" _3 o! e$ l' Z _out of my true affections, ' {6 n* |( m! P
and my tribe is scattered!
6 P: ^. v6 u) D) x7 k1 F |- oHow shall the heart be reconciled
+ G; v8 M' m" o kto its feast of losses?
% E, X- A7 ?" i% E5 V: v* H* H7 y+ K* lIn a rising wind
- l% g( u9 }* s, Z0 F) U; T5 ]the manic dust of my friends,
D3 v. |2 y1 J6 E3 othose who fell along the way,
S8 l( X; J' s2 ^bitterly stings my face. & z/ F' `8 ?. Q$ e2 ~
Yet I turn, I turn, - ?8 z- v0 _4 [% i/ {
exulting somewhat, " F# y, t5 y4 @
with my will intact to go
1 q9 O# A' ?# W7 h( |) iwhereever I need to go,
! Q$ Y* L3 c' `3 F6 H4 @and every stone on the road
4 p: ] J& H9 ] e g/ p8 M* \' l3 ~precious to me.
- N8 ^# ~* z. C' ^& x0 UIn my darkest night, 8 {1 ?: s. V* v1 L2 q4 Y9 _! a" `
when the moon was covered
% H; W* L% q, Y- Land I roamed through wreckage, ' [. W4 P; ~8 R0 u) Q& \2 T8 }
a nimbus-clouded voice
( x7 \% B0 T- H8 ]: idirected me:
) x; V) N- i) E P& n"Live in the layers, ! ~' t. x6 j2 m5 ?
not on the litter."
f4 l( F3 D: QThough I lack the art
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no doubt the next chapter
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I am not done with my changes.) b2 n) h" y& l1 p2 `; Z+ b2 H
—Stanley Kunitz
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