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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
# A' e- }6 W* `9 ]5 G4 z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 E! R1 u1 S+ X' N- `- N
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The layers
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I have walked through many websites,
7 T& |- o" P7 e# j1 ^7 Vsome of them I like,, ~2 y1 {' O2 \/ p% ?. u) X' o
and some of them I do not like.% w& a. u8 L3 G" o0 [' C" B* Z) U
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
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I go, I go
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with my will intact to go
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and every post on the Edmontonchina Community 5 `/ u7 t/ k j- i2 Q X$ o
Precious to me., { e6 F1 I# b" N* Q3 z
In my darkest night,
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and I roamed through websites,
V+ j& J- Y. s* {; e6 D& na nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
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* ~* O8 x0 s$ ALive in the layers _* W4 @# r9 B& `0 V6 A x
not on the litter. x! P1 w* j9 e# j
Though I lack the art
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in my book of transformations
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I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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The Layers
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I have walked through many lives, : `# j" @1 V" s0 i; H6 {# q& l; D
some of them my own,
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$ u% r1 a4 d3 }though some principle of being
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not to stray.
m4 ]2 M! a9 _5 l7 b& U0 z1 K8 D, ZWhen I look behind,
! P, w: q, r$ l. b4 X- [as I am compelled to look 7 h8 c3 |, a* A; g( Y1 V2 u o# y
before I can gather strength w9 Y( l$ Z2 I6 N4 w5 M6 X0 o2 k
to proceed on my journey, 5 P+ G4 O! k% C- ]7 X7 N
I see the milestones dwindling & P! W( \, X3 w) X4 }" a6 x
toward the horizon
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wheel on heavy wings. / ~5 l+ B, c. c: \; X' q
Oh, I have made myself a tribe $ M$ P: g7 y7 k& G9 ^4 P1 g. Y
out of my true affections,
5 H- e X1 E) `1 U# d8 y4 b& eand my tribe is scattered! * v1 v3 @) |( n/ C9 X3 j: S
How shall the heart be reconciled $ A! U1 t: u8 O! Y
to its feast of losses? 9 m5 Q; D$ _" w( J1 _9 f' h
In a rising wind
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those who fell along the way, 0 h% |. I6 A$ e, \+ n
bitterly stings my face.
6 K, b! Q7 `) w& tYet I turn, I turn,
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with my will intact to go : R/ ?* @$ x- o0 b/ G& ~) X! f
whereever I need to go, . p4 P3 g" l5 X
and every stone on the road & N N( ` k9 Z5 E
precious to me. 4 V* t: x' O) f+ }& g5 k& s
In my darkest night,
1 k0 b9 z0 T2 `' L+ [0 s P" Iwhen the moon was covered : R U3 t- j4 ?2 M- C
and I roamed through wreckage,
! {1 A6 m8 [# h: y& Ra nimbus-clouded voice
- t$ O1 W8 v: d& Qdirected me:
/ m5 F3 \+ u% L- b1 ^ Q/ Z1 w"Live in the layers,
6 G& t. X' C& P. X9 |$ G$ i3 [# k- Z Knot on the litter."
9 [1 C" L: ~* F2 n: q- \: pThough I lack the art # A6 s# M8 T+ _; m& G1 z
to decipher it,
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is already written. & y( x9 m& t+ b
I am not done with my changes.
x& ^7 s" C: L5 S—Stanley Kunitz
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