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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
/ Q: J! y+ c; K0 {- U4 b6 F! H) S0 Q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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The layers8 O# U$ P7 `" }$ b
# F3 j2 \) i! m2 e* D7 k4 b* rI have walked through many websites,
7 o' G3 y% s: A0 w% s9 v# Z4 Dsome of them I like,0 \; G+ o- E* y+ m
and some of them I do not like.7 W/ l) o( H1 t
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe* R! o ?1 }+ U/ e
out of his true affections.( u) Q9 @0 r4 f
I go, I go# O5 A- \" S c7 t
exulting somewhat, S- P5 ^- J0 M: v; I( c
with my will intact to go
5 J) g9 h9 ^ b! e$ L# uwherever I need to go,; L8 J' `4 r+ Q4 K4 c
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community 3 i0 D* o7 k8 u. a
Precious to me.
2 M* s: N1 \( i4 r1 sIn my darkest night, 7 M6 a/ C8 w3 X: j
when the moon was covered
- G# m! k5 e$ T" J1 M# land I roamed through websites,' T B9 c2 O( \- @. R1 C" t$ P
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice ( `! @# r4 l0 L" R% x8 ]6 D+ p
directed me:+ R; L1 d( r9 A/ N
Live in the layers
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Though I lack the art 2 ]* L: g N3 ~+ q
to decipher it,
0 H, ?/ \3 a8 _: r( |no doubt the next chaper
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is already written.
M1 O3 e6 S/ n OI love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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t1 b J9 l Q, C m原文在此:
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$ y2 t! V, L. ?! T- s; g. JThe Layers/ o6 G, P6 ]' V4 [" g+ A$ n6 F
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I have walked through many lives, 0 B& k( ?: c6 {/ q j* O8 Q( z
some of them my own, 8 _$ E$ C# O) x( m
and I am not who I was,
* z7 A- J! z2 C' Z9 i0 Dthough some principle of being ! E$ i3 Y* R) X6 B4 R3 R5 r1 ^
abides, from which I struggle " N6 i' ~( o8 M; A; d
not to stray. ' h8 f# {; E5 u9 q( u
When I look behind, - Q+ t% @) L1 Z% ?4 i8 C7 Z
as I am compelled to look
1 M2 d' M; a% e, u+ c+ Obefore I can gather strength 2 y: [- p5 k, i& l7 j2 o, \9 y
to proceed on my journey,
k7 I) Y9 s+ T# U+ S+ W& u1 eI see the milestones dwindling 8 F, a @3 }& h, c
toward the horizon
& Y+ q7 ~9 h& i/ {; Band the slow fires trailing
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2 w/ X8 t+ g$ I+ [over which scavenger angels
' ]' p: G0 E* z$ c% n+ {, K: v jwheel on heavy wings. 2 ~" P. G0 G0 S1 r
Oh, I have made myself a tribe 2 ~1 n" `3 u; k7 i# x0 N' k
out of my true affections, * y: z) G3 k! ?: M9 k2 C: M9 Q
and my tribe is scattered!
# y9 i; @; P. B. S; T" F5 s, {How shall the heart be reconciled ) q- |0 U. P- h: F2 X* [
to its feast of losses? , H* [0 { x! S' y! W- }' P4 F
In a rising wind
. z+ I- Q8 k7 C) i. A8 ^- {' I! l: W* Athe manic dust of my friends,
/ M# K2 F' @$ tthose who fell along the way,
& M2 U( E: `& N( e) w/ h+ s) Ubitterly stings my face.
' F$ [3 T$ ~. j, w# L& tYet I turn, I turn,
! I, b3 l, N5 I: w8 oexulting somewhat,
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and every stone on the road
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, H3 }, _( t2 b. ~/ w) zIn my darkest night, 2 Y. L* z0 s5 }6 h
when the moon was covered
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7 j0 N8 H, }1 a3 P8 e& l# Ga nimbus-clouded voice # ]5 z$ g8 G3 ?; l, V
directed me:
* U2 f& P( T% L9 T* M"Live in the layers, % u. Y, V, X+ X% m
not on the litter."
3 i+ q) G: w/ k* \8 } IThough I lack the art
/ w, N0 S# l' U/ j2 H- Uto decipher it,
4 s g* ]" g& L9 ~2 U' M' S7 hno doubt the next chapter * F4 }3 q* M! F9 t$ s; |; G
in my book of transformations
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8 M* l. p9 X/ A0 ?9 _+ i, m; wI am not done with my changes.
7 \* Q* }. e) [; T; _—Stanley Kunitz' |' J) k2 e8 ~
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