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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
: B5 q$ `" O v, w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) o8 q6 Y/ I: }$ V
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The layers
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- _: h5 q6 q9 rI have walked through many websites,7 ~1 ^- n! z; g
some of them I like,
4 C4 W' {3 }- `+ G$ {# @, Xand some of them I do not like.
( C; Z$ O0 T$ L! D# XOh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
" J: @$ d w- L8 P$ H( g' N; \+ Lout of his true affections.
- _8 ? v j0 xI go, I go4 Q' j3 u! Z5 F3 }" l& o
exulting somewhat,
$ i1 r( A+ \7 [7 T/ `with my will intact to go
# |4 X: n6 Y; C* Jwherever I need to go,
5 x; B% n3 f/ Z% c; F G/ wand every post on the Edmontonchina Community
' j$ e1 t5 V! o" E2 x. j, } K7 QPrecious to me.+ G# B! F" ~) u
In my darkest night,
, T2 x: B6 @# c: Iwhen the moon was covered
! l' A# @% k, _: R& Fand I roamed through websites,
7 p" o9 N0 p+ J: l0 ^+ l- Sa nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice . }( G3 W& {* I/ g
directed me:
6 c3 i( }) m6 cLive in the layers0 H( b7 K$ S5 k8 V
not on the litter.$ x9 M- j, G' s0 N- ^! k. ^7 e% v
Though I lack the art 7 e4 f$ {" c; t% _& g5 M# N/ `' b
to decipher it,
+ v1 O1 c4 ^6 c2 i Eno doubt the next chaper
H8 q2 p# |6 d& J1 H9 vin my book of transformations
( f5 W# g, P f: T! o: S/ F5 Iis already written.( U9 }2 x7 q2 f% ?
I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.% j& A: {6 Y! f' u# l: j
6 ?; v, ~9 S+ F7 e7 |/ n原文在此:
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The Layers
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I have walked through many lives,
% K) z. U' u) lsome of them my own,
# [0 n( u E/ s( _- a: B4 nand I am not who I was,
( W- m" f" r8 `( J; v' Bthough some principle of being
5 W9 F1 |. h; \# s, Vabides, from which I struggle
: {; n5 ` k5 Y/ mnot to stray.
% n4 `5 ~1 [7 |+ @) \When I look behind, , Q4 z/ |6 T' s* y( k+ ?( P
as I am compelled to look
+ ]6 x" E" w! ~% T+ Tbefore I can gather strength
. @3 {) u6 F( Q. {7 t' `to proceed on my journey,
/ O3 x& x; ?: I' Z" e% QI see the milestones dwindling : z9 c+ v/ H e( u1 S8 [
toward the horizon
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over which scavenger angels
8 W0 H. N# E7 lwheel on heavy wings.
9 Y2 `0 Y! d; e% T9 N, j* mOh, I have made myself a tribe
( ^0 a' r& d7 R) w& _- Sout of my true affections, # O3 v7 ^/ R" K+ J
and my tribe is scattered!
* w, S* s/ c2 F; ?How shall the heart be reconciled
. z f' H$ T x2 `' b+ a# Ito its feast of losses? ; n1 d/ z! c8 x; z/ k+ w
In a rising wind
) x" Q9 z _! L" v' v0 ^0 v; @# hthe manic dust of my friends,
4 k9 J0 x( k ^ ]- @. j+ \those who fell along the way, ! _# s3 j) Z2 }9 B
bitterly stings my face.
- l9 y7 g6 e2 G% E& |3 E, yYet I turn, I turn,
! ~7 } d3 q. J6 I' Dexulting somewhat, 6 }% M- L7 e! f8 ~- C d3 @$ d
with my will intact to go " |: E! ?7 n9 b7 M
whereever I need to go, , h' o, N2 w8 w
and every stone on the road
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In my darkest night,
+ M% I; A( U: h% o7 Xwhen the moon was covered
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& @- m' u+ G& la nimbus-clouded voice 7 W. i4 n' F4 y# J4 M9 h% m
directed me: ( u$ Q( v+ j+ A& V7 u# w/ C. {
"Live in the layers, 8 P2 ?8 t _% R; @) j7 L
not on the litter." - D' _. F. \7 v3 _3 G/ N& l8 h( z5 D
Though I lack the art
3 ` c* P8 e( f' H; \! x5 H, y+ V9 N5 Lto decipher it,
6 M& Z' ?3 c- ~% V* C- Qno doubt the next chapter
0 E3 h: q6 Y* B, ^8 Zin my book of transformations / j% U6 m1 y: X: I
is already written. 9 y4 y h' t9 U* E
I am not done with my changes.
a0 h0 E, A/ X2 u—Stanley Kunitz
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