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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
) M/ {/ g* X; @" i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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8 ]# M/ V9 s% n4 Y The layers0 t8 I1 G2 m1 d# k7 k0 Z
2 e( h0 Y- \7 o8 s1 }I have walked through many websites,* S, l3 B1 u- n7 i% L
some of them I like,) F3 p! K( V2 _4 Z, P% v. ]
and some of them I do not like.
, g0 I4 e" {& v* ]9 i- R- bOh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
2 S$ d* W" G9 @ b4 R% ?out of his true affections.3 X! S) l1 V8 {8 r) j9 G$ [
I go, I go' ~1 A2 f+ ?) ^+ u
exulting somewhat, ( s0 e1 F3 z1 N
with my will intact to go
. `# A) {8 ?9 R$ Q0 twherever I need to go,
" h9 t( [7 c9 H5 z/ h7 D5 Zand every post on the Edmontonchina Community ! l: n( `, V3 o. s5 p& ?- ^
Precious to me./ m' u3 P: ^3 `/ q0 y& n
In my darkest night, 6 E; S, y7 K: ~& A
when the moon was covered& D$ X1 f$ D R! L; P4 J p+ S
and I roamed through websites,
4 }4 o" M: Y+ I: va nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
2 }2 w: ^. i% P+ Q2 Cdirected me:
- D4 w* Y' j4 \/ Z8 lLive in the layers
% t4 \4 }) ?( D/ J _8 i2 b1 e! d# Onot on the litter.9 u" |# }& }3 Z, x" K; b, s2 G
Though I lack the art 8 j( |) y9 I- I+ @$ D/ c
to decipher it,
# u6 a7 C; {' A) Pno doubt the next chaper
7 Y2 w% i2 u; o+ r2 Cin my book of transformations
) v7 h$ H( t& F; R- ^( l) R: Jis already written.% S; G. X# f. p
I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.' a) I( }/ L. r$ K4 Z+ n! h
% s2 B; K, e& C* j. H- J) d3 O原文在此:
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0 U h3 R) R. `4 Z& ~The Layers: c: l* @9 i5 z% Q1 D
; u7 n* E3 |3 ~ j% B c$ i+ _I have walked through many lives,
& {' @ p8 v- r9 Wsome of them my own, ! `+ n5 R4 D5 H
and I am not who I was,
. ^) M5 H5 X) T5 [though some principle of being 3 S% q- H0 P& r& d- P
abides, from which I struggle
* y! s8 o- v! f+ O. c2 C7 Hnot to stray. 4 ?8 G8 Y% ]+ m0 [ [
When I look behind, 6 ?6 V4 b9 G. {2 N/ c0 @
as I am compelled to look
6 V7 z( j9 E ]before I can gather strength
$ w7 v; I" z4 e! Uto proceed on my journey, , C( x/ x) [1 S: y
I see the milestones dwindling ! K& d, L9 ?3 Y" C: R
toward the horizon
0 |& M( u) T8 R$ A% W! E% |# m$ u$ ^and the slow fires trailing
* S3 F7 B, P' o7 L4 ifrom the abandoned camp-sites, & d" I& j9 T+ M1 Y: V+ p
over which scavenger angels 1 Z2 L) w& L+ P" R& I
wheel on heavy wings. * p+ R) w. M, F& S3 w9 d
Oh, I have made myself a tribe 3 R) h, n1 U* v, B4 ?# M; w
out of my true affections, * d e1 s! [& U) @$ z% B
and my tribe is scattered! 9 O/ p) b N2 |, H
How shall the heart be reconciled $ n: X7 H! \7 {* m! J7 k
to its feast of losses?
3 b; F; u% N4 R& c$ D; q3 FIn a rising wind
( g! ^& r. V9 s% |4 i8 }8 ?+ ~the manic dust of my friends,
5 [+ n: R8 J& S. V4 k3 @those who fell along the way, # m- g1 L0 f# t
bitterly stings my face.
/ l$ O1 E3 S. e* HYet I turn, I turn, 5 U; F( p J6 g/ T+ z
exulting somewhat, - j" h! @/ L! a6 S# ]$ N
with my will intact to go
3 H y9 d- W; ~' E) ^0 o6 nwhereever I need to go, 8 d; x: Y; ^& E2 L: h9 i
and every stone on the road
) \6 x; ?" R7 ^! Fprecious to me.
! ]$ E1 `4 B5 I: D/ PIn my darkest night,
' N9 S" P6 W1 |9 v" F! O, ]when the moon was covered
! l6 v) ]1 g! ~. ~& p2 Xand I roamed through wreckage, $ k. g9 Y% a" N" E$ R2 s# T
a nimbus-clouded voice # v$ h4 N- B( g3 g
directed me:
( Z# U7 q( X! R; n"Live in the layers, ! Q' i# g5 P! O8 D; x
not on the litter." & h" E4 c9 N1 c: Q
Though I lack the art
4 N2 g: T$ w0 X4 qto decipher it, 1 l5 d G; S' h4 H+ h# T
no doubt the next chapter
4 x9 j; @$ t9 `7 P; ?; `in my book of transformations
( C* R5 p' ^+ \is already written.
; G' J7 [( O# @( `4 H nI am not done with my changes.7 O3 R! \2 e: Y6 h
—Stanley Kunitz3 O5 d8 o6 e* X Q- B
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