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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。$ O* G5 s, C: j' 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* l6 D6 X, {) Q* K1 d
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+ h9 U0 a N8 ?$ `2 n; W The layers
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I have walked through many websites," i: o: v3 R9 e. E: w+ V
some of them I like,
; r6 E9 b0 V7 `- K* O/ ?2 Tand some of them I do not like." J, L# N/ i9 i( ~6 o' v1 f
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe& h' r( v8 k' R. x n4 r! I' f
out of his true affections.$ T% f5 x% |- A
I go, I go3 q7 P# ?- i* W$ O/ F/ a4 u
exulting somewhat,
) F% @. ~# ~1 ]3 e, J7 L* _( ]with my will intact to go7 a7 k0 f. C6 `% P( r9 c7 ]% Q4 v
wherever I need to go,! m. A; ^4 q6 m v5 I: P
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community
2 @" L$ ~+ ^ `! C0 \- ]Precious to me.) L. O; ?. ~1 S6 H9 R% ~
In my darkest night, 3 {0 Q5 p$ j. }$ H% k& V
when the moon was covered
& t/ e( q5 x J& Y+ _and I roamed through websites,9 K, @+ M j7 i8 ]1 a; _: |/ y1 [
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
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Live in the layers% M0 w$ j7 v6 G% h
not on the litter.
3 O1 I; o0 Z$ W9 V& |& D: AThough I lack the art
* o& Z; c8 l: @/ x: Y; uto decipher it,
0 J. B5 I) }( O) h5 ]. B bno doubt the next chaper
8 z/ ~& ]& ^0 m% y6 `$ O5 t" xin my book of transformations
4 R, e) F9 r. o) V+ e$ ]5 b% o( B( Gis already written.
6 q! m$ G) G0 OI love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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原文在此:
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The Layers
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) r# R q3 ]' [* p3 S" II have walked through many lives, # l- E6 Y; t$ j2 f9 E5 L
some of them my own,
+ }9 l8 o! s. ]and I am not who I was,
) s3 ]( n4 I3 Cthough some principle of being ( A: s* [) y* D4 |& O2 O
abides, from which I struggle
# U9 `! c8 Q& Qnot to stray.
4 ~# j: U% |' ~2 d: l4 `& tWhen I look behind, ' q+ F" Q! f/ Z0 `
as I am compelled to look " v. j: h! c% r& T- J& ^& u) ~
before I can gather strength + O6 q, p' z' D7 b" y* L9 [
to proceed on my journey, 3 l1 w' ~' F2 d M5 T
I see the milestones dwindling
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and the slow fires trailing - I4 s& Y% `3 p1 c
from the abandoned camp-sites, * b6 t: k4 ?4 @) I7 _
over which scavenger angels
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% _9 c! U) }7 l9 k8 |; N) s3 lOh, I have made myself a tribe
/ Q8 e" p7 u/ ]; P% y1 {% nout of my true affections, * U# q/ U/ f5 ]0 G, q6 N/ Q
and my tribe is scattered!
( S6 M# J% a' K% z0 K" i0 bHow shall the heart be reconciled - w w: d3 O# p; Z) n- [
to its feast of losses? 7 s2 L8 M+ K/ x6 E( ]# P
In a rising wind + A6 u4 {$ F4 b* m: ^4 Z
the manic dust of my friends, ! Y2 `$ m! x/ T' c) a1 ~7 p
those who fell along the way, 9 n1 ]2 m1 \- X) U& H- @+ Z0 u
bitterly stings my face. 2 ]1 [3 G- Q4 [+ d# S9 A( {5 g
Yet I turn, I turn,
0 W7 H# b+ h3 {+ h) wexulting somewhat, % e5 n# ^- x6 C- g3 P2 }" w1 D. {% z
with my will intact to go $ L, h: J+ I: X7 X. M
whereever I need to go, % _8 @$ z( |' ^" c' F2 e- V
and every stone on the road ( b( D7 {! a: |. B! j1 o7 \# x7 t6 s
precious to me.
. t) Y2 L$ T- u1 H4 y- P$ JIn my darkest night, # U% B) O: v$ b. ]6 ]0 O' l/ H$ k
when the moon was covered 4 R/ M) n; J1 l% j+ t
and I roamed through wreckage,
. G2 T( K6 X6 L% W! o& va nimbus-clouded voice 6 m$ z# R: u- S4 V
directed me:
6 c& o' F7 @4 ?" ["Live in the layers, 0 [# q, h6 ]* N7 S' G R! W( U
not on the litter."
1 ~# f! f8 M$ U0 |" `: cThough I lack the art
, `3 V s* I" o$ _to decipher it,
" x! f% s/ s# c" B: s! lno doubt the next chapter
* I* F& q# {' O& }- \: z& x8 C! a8 O# hin my book of transformations
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I am not done with my changes.
" a$ r( u" q2 O( C0 i—Stanley Kunitz0 E$ e# }0 V, B& `" s8 X5 b
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