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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。( L: t) J- W [. A* s& s
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 layers' ~8 X. h9 C0 j8 G2 e' a( S
% @ N+ i2 B, Q& o5 VI have walked through many websites,$ z3 `9 ~$ e% M5 ], S; O+ {1 j
some of them I like,( C% @8 K/ n' y7 j/ O4 b u
and some of them I do not like.0 Y% X/ E: C3 V4 M% I$ T
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe* g7 [7 H q/ Y
out of his true affections.
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exulting somewhat, " i4 F9 A" J0 V0 b4 l4 p
with my will intact to go7 A$ s: S+ m2 Z
wherever I need to go,
: f% M! \6 C3 O1 K3 xand every post on the Edmontonchina Community R7 n3 p' k1 ]- `+ W
Precious to me.( G& u7 N" Z% a9 q3 L
In my darkest night,
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and I roamed through websites,
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Live in the layers
T( o: a4 R# C# V" M7 gnot on the litter.
! k0 F1 E, s" g" K4 `/ V, uThough I lack the art 9 P2 s$ J0 x" f* h
to decipher it,; A$ W3 O( r) ~
no doubt the next chaper
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I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.: `3 h5 X* s& z1 q7 R4 [# `
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The Layers) K! ~0 l9 _% i% A
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I have walked through many lives, 7 U4 Q+ u Y0 `* T& q! J! t
some of them my own,
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/ U* Y, V) D7 \$ a0 x. A4 Qthough some principle of being ' A6 F1 f0 k7 c. |2 `. p4 U0 N0 \5 O9 Y
abides, from which I struggle
( N X+ E% e F7 t* ]& _- O, c) G" K% Mnot to stray.
& \: W9 s, i ?9 }; M' FWhen I look behind,
" | k( D; @' v) ias I am compelled to look 6 w/ l( s4 F0 z# t1 W
before I can gather strength , o) t" T* A+ g7 ~" W! `
to proceed on my journey,
/ i# k3 f5 M3 o$ R3 c& k# cI see the milestones dwindling
' H) e! I* n, b- vtoward the horizon
" L5 `9 E' _; g& Q4 q9 \and the slow fires trailing
# l( T) {% e/ D6 F, Mfrom the abandoned camp-sites,
: j6 W+ J- a$ z! E; p& @, m% P, D$ _over which scavenger angels
# b- A- i* n- Q$ Ewheel on heavy wings.
8 J3 R: @! N! q1 KOh, I have made myself a tribe
! \( m; F( M2 W; |- P* G+ }out of my true affections,
9 F0 P8 z) \3 Q# uand my tribe is scattered! 5 N5 f% k( D# a) R X6 \! H
How shall the heart be reconciled
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In a rising wind 3 h; ~+ c3 K5 y% c7 a% X$ Z
the manic dust of my friends,
/ C) _9 J. G+ ~7 ~8 B% fthose who fell along the way, # h$ r9 ^- ^! w
bitterly stings my face.
9 h& P' ^0 s2 bYet I turn, I turn,
# r. @- O& \5 u7 nexulting somewhat, / C4 F, d$ _& Z3 K! F
with my will intact to go
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and every stone on the road 1 L% L9 I4 I2 s4 b
precious to me.
' p, B D9 i a+ x# B4 cIn my darkest night,
/ d% ^: a$ {5 j$ Uwhen the moon was covered 1 M9 i$ w# c1 l! n
and I roamed through wreckage,
9 B( i# M9 l) _+ v' c8 Ca nimbus-clouded voice + \$ [9 @9 L) G7 S# Z* _; K' K
directed me: / q' R( ~4 U9 U1 \4 y) j8 L
"Live in the layers, 5 ]! ^: _+ k; D
not on the litter."
, W" |) M& y. S* b) O* G ?. x; S5 D6 XThough I lack the art 1 ^$ O) l* I5 Y2 p" A! k. P1 Y6 m
to decipher it, & N( b3 F$ e. W1 g1 g+ j7 {
no doubt the next chapter
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is already written.
) u! A( X% o2 {8 uI am not done with my changes.9 U6 |& f0 u( j
—Stanley Kunitz
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