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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。0 s5 h2 p- f7 ~- H5 F+ B$ q2 \; ?
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. l! n6 C) F; {$ w, H7 S( K
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The layers
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I have walked through many websites,
2 Z9 S3 {9 y3 [, X& @; Hsome of them I like,
- t5 D' V6 f7 l& dand some of them I do not like.
5 X* o( w ^' T, I2 N' jOh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
! w _# `5 c; \3 l3 d) w+ Kout of his true affections.
$ m, H5 [) ~# Y. R* i5 \( G: w' W2 ZI go, I go
$ w# p% h' O+ E' s0 x* lexulting somewhat,
. w8 q0 r. q' r5 W \with my will intact to go# H5 J! y! i) D9 N. P
wherever I need to go,
; X0 D0 G8 R$ Oand every post on the Edmontonchina Community
- H! y3 O4 |0 Z7 E# n: l) ^0 LPrecious to me.8 N' ~; W& ` s5 u! d
In my darkest night,
" k; {$ T! U4 s/ p' O6 i: u+ M$ U& zwhen the moon was covered0 o e) o$ k3 R1 I/ l' j0 m! |5 n* \, i
and I roamed through websites,
. X) E9 @7 \, h% {8 sa nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
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Live in the layers+ X% Z% z R2 L* a; M2 U6 k; W
not on the litter.8 F6 \' a2 }/ N9 ~
Though I lack the art
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: N7 y2 n2 I4 {; r' S( ~0 Yno doubt the next chaper( R/ _; D# M1 k8 t1 t* F' K) @4 o
in my book of transformations5 @/ w, A! v, w; k4 [) y
is already written.$ v0 h* r0 _. T2 _2 P6 q) t7 ]
I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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* p. J" V/ X. l# i+ N7 I# ~7 l原文在此:" T# J/ R, j! t
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The Layers8 V5 T r3 Y8 F9 @" c
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I have walked through many lives,
; a" h! `; M) _+ t8 g3 Qsome of them my own, ) E1 \7 ~, l D3 j
and I am not who I was,
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abides, from which I struggle 8 c6 [4 N# d( |. o- \; u: f4 A2 l
not to stray.
w' o5 C. J& |1 U* VWhen I look behind, 2 m' O+ t M2 w, y
as I am compelled to look 6 r9 D/ l0 r2 C; k
before I can gather strength
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' b7 A4 t; j5 }I see the milestones dwindling & q3 o: K) A$ ]+ [: l
toward the horizon
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from the abandoned camp-sites, 3 r/ Z/ s J6 R. Q, F
over which scavenger angels $ `3 k/ F! C1 P4 z
wheel on heavy wings.
9 T2 Z* A8 }- l) n4 b7 |1 ]Oh, I have made myself a tribe
$ ?; g5 H/ O- vout of my true affections, % [* H. P; i9 t& R
and my tribe is scattered! ; \0 D! R8 u# b0 ~0 d: M! i
How shall the heart be reconciled + Q5 v% K4 B% e' L$ V* K
to its feast of losses? - d4 F1 c, K2 M- n) k
In a rising wind
2 z5 o4 T) i. v7 Lthe manic dust of my friends,
7 E# z" Q9 m) A/ T' F7 J% g- Bthose who fell along the way,
8 D6 u# Y3 r* | P( ybitterly stings my face. + h* ^0 H6 k" _( g) M+ ~
Yet I turn, I turn,
% V5 X. V) o7 e8 |. i6 ?" oexulting somewhat,
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whereever I need to go, ' b: p6 G8 z, r& D& P9 {
and every stone on the road - l: f4 u# z; C* V( c1 m
precious to me. m" z) X- z2 T
In my darkest night, ; J: h9 [$ j3 p( P7 F+ l' V+ N
when the moon was covered 7 I* w0 |" l2 H$ |9 W1 C+ f
and I roamed through wreckage, 0 {+ F9 P$ x G8 L- D
a nimbus-clouded voice + o4 f: H# E& \2 z
directed me:
3 | E/ X5 V* L"Live in the layers,
! N$ @% V }/ ]not on the litter."
8 R/ y2 F, i2 |$ k, N( {( L+ ~6 y: EThough I lack the art ! o5 o, ?, y4 F; P' l+ S
to decipher it,
1 x2 j! `8 W+ \no doubt the next chapter
9 M* r$ w0 t5 p1 W0 T3 _+ F Rin my book of transformations ( @$ N0 j3 \: ~ R% [3 E
is already written. * C9 s/ e4 M2 l- o- U i/ F
I am not done with my changes.
5 W& c9 C" r% n& V, v' {—Stanley Kunitz
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