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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。5 v- }5 f) ~6 g! X8 \
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 Kunitz5 X" U0 k/ O' ^3 b' ~1 X$ L4 @
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. c- @. ~3 v5 I9 {; P The layers/ ]/ O3 G4 l( u! o) V0 u
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I have walked through many websites,
$ s [! k2 k3 N8 Qsome of them I like,9 Z& ^) k. ?3 y1 T5 L0 o
and some of them I do not like.
2 x% n, l9 I9 e l/ o8 BOh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
( w$ v6 E- {4 T% m# |2 r/ Cout of his true affections./ X$ b9 v& o* l M1 a
I go, I go
9 C: V/ A. s! V- p. gexulting somewhat,
- x. ^; N+ N; u5 y4 Q4 Ewith my will intact to go5 y& y/ F; z# m; F: R: H( h, I8 l
wherever I need to go,
" t1 G2 t; k% C$ L, [2 aand every post on the Edmontonchina Community : L" Z4 E3 z$ ]3 E- _; Y
Precious to me.
5 }, f; {# f* r- uIn my darkest night,
* g, H' i/ I9 cwhen the moon was covered
, X+ a. `2 [" Q5 a0 Jand I roamed through websites,$ M. V# r8 C3 r* c: j9 y; k
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice 3 x3 G0 i0 ~4 X: {8 ^* a& b
directed me:$ N# F4 [" @% ]
Live in the layers1 H( i; Q) O; {
not on the litter.# b( \. v4 s2 D/ x. ~( R
Though I lack the art
0 u) Q8 o6 S+ G5 yto decipher it, b; F6 x: L' m1 ?' z+ q+ \
no doubt the next chaper- I' l: m# O I7 }7 A5 F
in my book of transformations! W" q1 r! |7 \) Z% u$ ~
is already written.
9 L6 Y: h5 Y u& \/ SI love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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. x& @* {( d+ D3 _+ K. W原文在此:& I9 ?+ e& }2 V" Q' O `0 f2 H
- N8 f. I/ A& k7 o- }/ tThe Layers) T$ D/ p$ G9 t" L* j" N$ b& b
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I have walked through many lives, 7 z7 @/ }, m( c b* o6 a% g' P
some of them my own, 4 K8 p, q! Q3 T# o7 ^3 Q! t9 K5 H& F
and I am not who I was, 6 S" N+ a) n S. p# I
though some principle of being
( [+ W" O: l x+ S( o4 S# Dabides, from which I struggle ) r1 A3 z. d0 }; E b
not to stray.
, {, {7 U- g/ f$ x/ ^When I look behind,
7 B6 `) t _/ m: m" was I am compelled to look
; m! o% v% j+ b+ f4 @% Mbefore I can gather strength ! x! h( c2 j+ Y1 p; _5 L; R1 J
to proceed on my journey, 1 t' o/ W5 W+ y1 k
I see the milestones dwindling
c' d. [0 P' D0 Ytoward the horizon ; D1 V- I) E+ R8 k; } `
and the slow fires trailing
7 H! k8 n% E! ~( z* Sfrom the abandoned camp-sites,
" b% e$ }" {" |% O1 d) K0 A& Bover which scavenger angels " b ]/ ~+ T4 F6 |8 [8 _$ b
wheel on heavy wings. 1 m2 |3 D8 f/ K) {5 A3 K j
Oh, I have made myself a tribe : R6 q* `8 q' S/ E, t
out of my true affections,
+ f; I- T: C1 I# qand my tribe is scattered!
0 P* ?/ ~3 m! y5 yHow shall the heart be reconciled
& ?1 ]7 I" x9 Vto its feast of losses?
3 M/ |' G7 f5 ^" e) q+ Y: _In a rising wind
, B8 `6 B; e) i4 H; L- K ?7 [the manic dust of my friends,
8 J" I" W4 }# s. A2 p6 ~4 q. ethose who fell along the way, : m: d4 q W, F
bitterly stings my face.
, h/ d3 s) I/ h S8 N/ v8 MYet I turn, I turn,
* Y. J: E; U: Q% z" }exulting somewhat,
+ }% F+ H" e- F, hwith my will intact to go
# N3 [1 r% ~/ m% W W+ zwhereever I need to go, ! w$ I9 y# T6 [4 _2 X6 a8 I
and every stone on the road 9 }8 i- v$ C+ y4 m
precious to me. 6 {1 b% D/ R2 X0 M2 E+ I
In my darkest night, * ]5 t" Q$ i- q* t' B0 m6 H: x
when the moon was covered 5 ~# t4 w% y( h4 s" y/ {/ F
and I roamed through wreckage, 7 j+ {' }0 ^2 G( n K) k( z, O
a nimbus-clouded voice " W/ Z1 o6 J# I# Y; N: R
directed me:
! s' ^1 N! W1 P" C3 @2 `"Live in the layers, n. h1 o" D2 c
not on the litter." 6 _0 r7 i# n; g7 N5 L1 b/ N
Though I lack the art 8 M, [: g ~) c) d: ^
to decipher it,
5 L$ @9 h1 B: K; F, I2 Cno doubt the next chapter # U! q; I2 w0 U1 J4 l9 c' l' Q
in my book of transformations - J, b3 v+ v- ^& w0 `' S9 J8 E* M
is already written.
8 \0 p2 e) B0 rI am not done with my changes.6 G6 j* k9 U, ]3 |* b
—Stanley Kunitz2 m0 Y& F& b4 f1 ~7 P
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