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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。! {6 v' o3 Y1 K- {; L3 x; Q% 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: c. b$ z% }, c! T) M4 \$ t! \% p
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The layers
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C4 |% K! ~4 n' k: L- _I have walked through many websites,
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and some of them I do not like.' {' S) i4 z/ u0 V. M
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
0 g% ^$ o" |2 Mout of his true affections.
1 s- ^; n+ v) w) P1 n) A# F fI go, I go/ S7 \3 \) E# W
exulting somewhat,
8 ^9 `: Y j# ~with my will intact to go
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and every post on the Edmontonchina Community 2 t8 d% d' D' y( l+ p
Precious to me.
8 R1 c( a# O+ ?* l) a- aIn my darkest night, . h5 y" Y7 S/ ?1 z
when the moon was covered
1 w5 t& b) O* _8 `+ A N( n# z. |and I roamed through websites,: v9 s* u3 U. z; w7 z n% B
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
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9 f, K* W3 H# Y9 v* J1 rLive in the layers
& W, \, v! W) S! ^not on the litter.. r! h; R8 q7 z3 Y
Though I lack the art + j0 a7 `4 b' g" o
to decipher it,% B3 c5 i% n7 K; g+ b A' Z
no doubt the next chaper3 w3 p' ^/ y: ?; D3 g* m7 z( i
in my book of transformations
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8 i q5 i% w A! X" XI love to live with Edmontonchina Community.8 J9 C* E0 x0 J+ Y0 @
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7 h: x* B% w: q4 ^# K8 C0 o) |- NThe Layers
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7 g! v: M( X3 y+ _! _I have walked through many lives,
& ?9 ~0 d0 I# esome of them my own, ( r) a) N$ C3 n! b s
and I am not who I was,
6 a5 t) {4 y4 {) B% ethough some principle of being
; M- g" ]3 w2 j4 J5 }5 Uabides, from which I struggle ; @: |- D$ X( ?, Y. O6 D# q
not to stray. " _- @8 ~% B. T/ ~. m
When I look behind, & U5 |4 r! \' U$ L2 x7 ~
as I am compelled to look
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$ I4 J; u4 V# W5 T" Q0 `: f, Rto proceed on my journey, ! t/ l3 x3 F6 k
I see the milestones dwindling
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and the slow fires trailing
1 {/ u$ Q+ F) c% ]7 {5 lfrom the abandoned camp-sites,
& s9 }: p, d. G& [1 F! u- pover which scavenger angels
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Oh, I have made myself a tribe
2 f3 q5 Y# { \. K+ X# z2 Wout of my true affections, / o% T9 N. {! F T9 H0 `1 N
and my tribe is scattered!
1 Y8 Q, y) U+ g" {How shall the heart be reconciled
5 y4 j0 b2 @& j, Z8 Mto its feast of losses? * _# g; M8 r, X; k
In a rising wind
. V8 }9 _# W2 F/ M! J/ k* ]the manic dust of my friends,
( e$ t9 N g$ X; O1 y1 M9 V1 `those who fell along the way,
. p5 z5 |9 v. c; {& m7 j# x$ I) rbitterly stings my face.
$ s$ ~5 S7 \% H5 D# L" \- t. NYet I turn, I turn, ' S" ]+ q3 Z: H" ?
exulting somewhat,
r: I. P. q' A* a$ w7 Kwith my will intact to go 1 t& z4 S5 y; i8 n. j
whereever I need to go, 1 B' l4 t' O \4 P& s
and every stone on the road $ \, }) k: Z0 d# w1 q1 T
precious to me. 1 e5 l- a& L0 z# g- y8 A3 I
In my darkest night,
6 ]! |( f( t- O7 ] \when the moon was covered
+ @" {5 D5 T# e5 |! Z' d$ `. Kand I roamed through wreckage, 1 S& W. H! ^. z3 d7 k! |
a nimbus-clouded voice
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"Live in the layers, ! m* L- o( R5 G0 B
not on the litter."
* F+ V' b3 Q$ X$ M C) |Though I lack the art ' z4 x- }* Z o5 ?: h- w$ \
to decipher it, ' o, z5 V% {& @+ }8 R# ]0 b+ W% B! t
no doubt the next chapter & ~# C6 i3 K+ |) t
in my book of transformations # ~% @6 J1 b# w) n# z
is already written.
/ D2 q5 W7 j& m; |0 cI am not done with my changes.2 r6 \& X! q; [, T& q) _* w
—Stanley Kunitz
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