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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
7 d" ^) Q5 \( l+ W1 a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, v; t8 h+ C/ G& L3 C
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The layers
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$ y2 y0 ~! w0 l. R4 x; vI have walked through many websites,
1 T) T' F# E$ Y! I5 z8 isome of them I like,: ?6 C0 o2 B" L
and some of them I do not like.+ y* u4 _8 R& _# S3 u8 {# x
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe9 E) A8 T, ^) @3 P2 d
out of his true affections.
+ k8 K. ^: t- k+ |% l. e; D r% B Q3 pI go, I go
/ B8 i0 l. m4 h# M4 r' Sexulting somewhat,
2 i0 s) y3 l" v. V! {with my will intact to go
' y M/ d" ]8 K: \wherever I need to go,$ h3 A8 M+ p1 g; `+ f) p1 Y
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community 8 A4 z1 _3 `0 ^1 X
Precious to me.
, o& e$ c6 o6 K6 v5 G% @3 jIn my darkest night, # b7 R6 g8 y, V
when the moon was covered% S2 t8 N6 r5 s7 ^9 a r
and I roamed through websites," R9 @5 H9 j+ {$ c M/ b# W
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice 2 i9 {: x" |: Q3 @8 n
directed me:
+ n1 z" x+ v; O, W$ ZLive in the layers, y. s- v# _; E/ M% Z! q
not on the litter.4 r V" u. H: z/ c0 w
Though I lack the art ( u( L" ?: ?* I; K* Y& h3 R/ A
to decipher it,0 B9 F) P" Z) v, b
no doubt the next chaper
, N, W& U, D9 N( `in my book of transformations
9 u) e- }, a6 [( x, R7 Y+ l# b# Uis already written.
* L4 y4 f' s ^8 y" z# m3 T/ mI love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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1 W, |5 K5 e2 a/ S0 U3 i& P' o9 iThe Layers
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% q9 r+ E% n: g* T& [I have walked through many lives,
/ d& t) @6 t9 k+ A4 r$ Rsome of them my own,
4 k8 K |+ r$ Tand I am not who I was,
+ x: w+ K; h" M7 t% othough some principle of being
8 O! f# V2 |. ]/ p! v+ eabides, from which I struggle 7 `; k5 o, b E1 H, V0 ^
not to stray. ( s% Y+ V: m- W" f' ?" V: {( }! T
When I look behind, ; R8 W2 L2 k$ A8 h% h0 M2 } l& I
as I am compelled to look
! T% N5 G3 s6 F& q% k$ N7 Q4 Cbefore I can gather strength
5 i% \/ _' ^" m3 c. l' `' N% sto proceed on my journey,
' O8 I5 J8 l7 K7 ~. x+ MI see the milestones dwindling " y1 V4 y, Z0 Z* I- G* x
toward the horizon
/ b4 r8 r( ~) Aand the slow fires trailing k8 x' z0 J1 [8 h, }+ o
from the abandoned camp-sites,
, p. _( B3 R Q) H8 v- \# {% z3 vover which scavenger angels
) A4 {& ~ r4 b; V* lwheel on heavy wings.
" P5 m2 E3 J9 d/ \9 {Oh, I have made myself a tribe 9 Q) `5 n9 n6 Q
out of my true affections, 7 y1 V2 l$ A) x6 J7 s
and my tribe is scattered!
. ^, V5 z3 ]4 q3 R& P% EHow shall the heart be reconciled
+ [0 g d, o2 R8 ^8 ]- O5 y6 v. Fto its feast of losses? ; q8 J& t" v1 L
In a rising wind * o2 j( p6 X& r: @
the manic dust of my friends,
2 Q% d* H- _, g1 Bthose who fell along the way, # N1 }5 o9 E! B) S0 c9 ~% w8 N
bitterly stings my face.
9 y& F* O9 z' F) z6 A0 ?Yet I turn, I turn,
3 r$ n' d0 j0 o3 x9 y' S7 B5 U9 Jexulting somewhat,
6 |& ^* X v/ O; R9 a5 ~with my will intact to go
& x7 A7 o8 x1 b9 v& Ewhereever I need to go, 5 Q& v8 F9 `* o! Q+ P
and every stone on the road
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In my darkest night, 3 M1 M! w- C8 T1 X
when the moon was covered # U5 J" \, U) @! s7 z" R0 H/ q8 t' Y
and I roamed through wreckage,
2 M( B! ~+ `# ~) T- Z- T" B. t$ ya nimbus-clouded voice
3 ^2 ^0 ^2 l8 n" H6 |. O9 E; X2 ndirected me:
& Z! z% L7 u6 z6 y: N" o"Live in the layers,
4 L4 _, s8 R! L, jnot on the litter."
# M4 ^8 A' S; |. O# CThough I lack the art
. y1 ^* P. [% ?$ v; S+ F( b7 kto decipher it,
/ d3 K' k( Z7 n: \) Tno doubt the next chapter 9 u& c U/ w4 [4 f. N
in my book of transformations 9 M- O5 J$ [, z5 |/ T
is already written.
9 L# i% `- }+ H* LI am not done with my changes.6 O' j) B4 m2 B* {# a% v2 x
—Stanley Kunitz/ \) T! R3 F s G9 x
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