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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。8 t1 t# S. X* }2 h7 \/ n/ c3 ?
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 layers0 T# T3 x2 o# g6 E
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I have walked through many websites,
' ?' Y7 T/ `- } dsome of them I like, S8 o4 T" P6 n$ z7 j; ~+ k) U
and some of them I do not like.( N9 P3 r7 N& Z3 |& X
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
8 B% V, r6 I) o8 sout of his true affections.' \, w; d% P3 W6 E& S# C+ G/ w* ~
I go, I go G I. c# h: o5 i' O N( z' i. b
exulting somewhat,
" f) {: n- L& t* W! Pwith my will intact to go
6 w/ H# c( a( G% iwherever I need to go,! w6 g) P w! f7 p. C
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community
! R6 Q; D, {+ ?' F, F/ XPrecious to me.
1 v( \1 c( L& R' iIn my darkest night, 9 l1 @3 {# A E" S4 }5 I; Q
when the moon was covered. N9 N9 c& O# z" R& J; x
and I roamed through websites,; t8 ?. t; V1 }
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice 4 R( s, k q& S3 ? k& u! Q
directed me: G8 k* \: N, P2 o
Live in the layers
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3 o w- G# }( ^Though I lack the art
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no doubt the next chaper0 _6 D9 b" [" I5 {
in my book of transformations
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! Q( M8 c. w2 h- MI love to live with Edmontonchina Community.. f* n3 C) ]" b4 I# J
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原文在此:$ l S, z' c w. c8 h
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The Layers
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7 n; i$ Z0 S. t1 a+ S5 J9 nI have walked through many lives,
U! h% k: B, n5 c9 h4 Lsome of them my own,
# C: v9 Y- w4 V/ `' {; L& Mand I am not who I was,
% t! b9 F" M/ K: |" xthough some principle of being 9 v! y; a9 o- i7 j; {$ t
abides, from which I struggle 4 `9 M& Z9 ^" U/ y) P2 j1 x0 f
not to stray. - c5 _2 h* a) a8 n4 ~
When I look behind,
s; w- t" q( a0 Las I am compelled to look
. d- q4 D8 s2 @- xbefore I can gather strength & C z, Z' \( A& V r6 V& Q8 x# B, r
to proceed on my journey, - M/ E8 w4 |: F0 M- {& R6 Q! V6 o
I see the milestones dwindling
) A# D G) f/ @3 r# g( ctoward the horizon
K3 W; K. ~: k3 w" t& rand the slow fires trailing 6 X9 ]5 N3 p$ g: e5 t8 L/ x
from the abandoned camp-sites, ; T( i) h: n5 ]/ i
over which scavenger angels 2 p/ g: E6 i- O6 r. S
wheel on heavy wings. 6 d' N: j6 P& d1 |' I
Oh, I have made myself a tribe
- z- A5 g6 T& I& I+ d0 Y8 nout of my true affections, 4 L6 m4 o! k7 H+ R
and my tribe is scattered!
# X* Q2 Z, r0 V5 G8 M( @: u4 l) iHow shall the heart be reconciled 1 ~4 m7 y4 ], Z$ {0 o
to its feast of losses?
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the manic dust of my friends,
) f. ~& a# a2 t1 z3 ]' ~those who fell along the way, , H. c+ U# M( Z# p" d
bitterly stings my face.
. [$ ]. D z- SYet I turn, I turn,
6 g6 @4 M, v ^& R: Vexulting somewhat, 1 Z) g) @: A: }: {
with my will intact to go 7 `4 B9 h# O! A
whereever I need to go,
" h0 K4 K; e1 C( m* U" Eand every stone on the road
9 D2 u- {+ f2 l! j0 _, rprecious to me. 7 R! P' M' }- W, o4 p
In my darkest night,
" \+ R: b, z3 Y% Q" mwhen the moon was covered 7 U; q' y* K* k; b* t; y. R
and I roamed through wreckage,
9 Q g& s. n% i2 W Aa nimbus-clouded voice
8 w/ U a& O& Y/ bdirected me:
' b4 Y9 m, R& e% L"Live in the layers, 4 w0 C- @; M3 v' n1 Q
not on the litter." 5 R7 I. T9 n' j7 o( `# {* Z
Though I lack the art ( L, B/ l1 J& N2 O1 Y) t" ?; w }. a8 n
to decipher it,
* \. z: o0 X/ Dno doubt the next chapter
+ e% j* i5 e" j& @6 ?5 uin my book of transformations $ e7 V" T% K1 b3 p# a% S
is already written.
1 A( ^ [& A+ W3 K- p, j# ~( WI am not done with my changes.
) t$ @0 L! ^" Z/ X) _—Stanley Kunitz
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