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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。! ]# k$ `' ? r* p
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# T( ]' u2 Y7 V9 a6 Z
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The layers" O1 B0 d- x7 a! R& h
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I have walked through many websites,6 a4 G' U+ b) U9 t8 p/ U+ ~: y
some of them I like,( c' Y6 f4 ^( q7 z+ ]+ _8 E7 x. H
and some of them I do not like.
! H" b% f/ \7 ]- u( OOh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
3 Q/ r1 O3 a) b9 k7 s3 T# mout of his true affections. C/ P5 k( q8 h1 {, E( s$ L# R
I go, I go
+ [7 K* X# @2 O: H' Wexulting somewhat, : F2 B: G6 I; H
with my will intact to go. g! o/ e& i0 x/ _* K( }
wherever I need to go,
% l9 q* m/ g; yand every post on the Edmontonchina Community & {& m) _, d I3 ]+ j
Precious to me.
& S, O) g I2 w! O/ }9 Q7 OIn my darkest night,
2 e. ^" N6 ?( xwhen the moon was covered0 c: }$ l! ?) G9 l$ f( q
and I roamed through websites,! b4 n- n, x' X. D3 V- X# L: g
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice # x, ?. f4 C# R( n
directed me:
& _$ I8 o, T! qLive in the layers. S, Y3 l( ~6 d
not on the litter.
4 P) x: I( K5 r; F2 W( F6 {Though I lack the art
& u2 F! c$ `3 t2 T1 Xto decipher it,
8 [0 t/ @) [( ?7 M d jno doubt the next chaper
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is already written.
& C8 J0 p/ r- W0 U. UI love to live with Edmontonchina Community.4 O5 W" M$ o }6 l: u
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原文在此:
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The Layers& e/ Q; V4 z: O
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I have walked through many lives, 9 w" t& H8 p! K, @0 [$ q/ a- O
some of them my own,
4 K2 C0 |" ]* u. C( F0 W% Fand I am not who I was, 8 u! Z% i4 c& S' n6 f
though some principle of being + @ v( v! `: D o. T6 I5 ?
abides, from which I struggle # z" w, q! i$ g% ^$ N* [
not to stray.
# r2 w( S% V1 L0 b3 C8 n, W, s( eWhen I look behind, : y5 J3 a- W s4 I# L2 P
as I am compelled to look
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to proceed on my journey,
; P6 i0 y5 e) k* y# Z7 tI see the milestones dwindling
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and the slow fires trailing 8 N6 J! W+ E- `& o
from the abandoned camp-sites,
6 d: w8 A3 T! t7 ^0 Q5 [) K/ g0 nover which scavenger angels
9 ?) N ^, g; V' k8 T! ~wheel on heavy wings. ) s1 G4 E) j- b
Oh, I have made myself a tribe 7 d9 o3 Q& [/ A# {
out of my true affections,
2 d- G5 e1 z: G4 kand my tribe is scattered! ) o1 ^: Q! `, n5 j% i2 |& o$ ~
How shall the heart be reconciled 9 \" r/ L7 I3 T( o; c; {
to its feast of losses? , Q2 [ Z7 X5 k: |; B, r
In a rising wind ' i- O* A. e- B: a
the manic dust of my friends, ' r; C& [# ~/ \( q1 }7 c+ E8 ~
those who fell along the way,
5 ~1 ~2 q1 m2 a8 hbitterly stings my face. ; c0 w1 ] b2 Y5 {; L6 E
Yet I turn, I turn, k* _# R2 o% B
exulting somewhat,
% U1 I! y4 P+ a" L; zwith my will intact to go
5 \" [5 f! X/ xwhereever I need to go,
" I8 o8 q0 l6 E( L) |5 Q ~" gand every stone on the road
4 Q8 m7 @2 J v$ Lprecious to me.
* o6 [; R$ K1 G- M M9 kIn my darkest night,
4 M0 Z' v6 o2 Y p# Uwhen the moon was covered
. D$ Y. o% K4 U# R; q6 n5 vand I roamed through wreckage, 9 a* U8 ` K [9 ?
a nimbus-clouded voice
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"Live in the layers, 7 Z( ^; j7 U- n/ q) c
not on the litter."
: r/ j* L3 i& {, l+ X: ]0 ~# ZThough I lack the art
( H3 M4 {4 a9 p9 D5 N0 a9 N3 Oto decipher it, - y W5 u; v( W; n* [
no doubt the next chapter 3 |1 R& K! {: L: x
in my book of transformations
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) I! z/ c% }7 F- II am not done with my changes.# t$ W+ \9 \4 Z1 w( q$ l
—Stanley Kunitz
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