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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
r3 |1 N& _- _4 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( E3 d* h1 @: s1 j8 W- C7 p
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g1 u- r8 y2 y$ r$ F8 t The layers* {& Z1 W) g- r, [% R
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I have walked through many websites,
^) h0 Y/ e" |) m$ y( Usome of them I like,% v( P* t+ e5 s% c* ^0 I
and some of them I do not like.
# F, Q( }( F7 }, A5 cOh, Lao Yang have made a tribe4 Y l9 n* z1 i( F
out of his true affections.
" V; Z7 h$ q0 _I go, I go
: }8 \$ P2 I7 c3 v, xexulting somewhat,
2 ?. v- h* E$ D$ [- Ywith my will intact to go5 c# W" t- f8 n8 p
wherever I need to go,
3 o9 q3 z; W! l- i6 D3 p- _and every post on the Edmontonchina Community
1 [6 B g2 `# U9 F( jPrecious to me.+ c; T$ m( q# @9 { Y
In my darkest night, ! c. @+ r' x$ j1 l
when the moon was covered
/ f% N4 M; i5 ]0 x& {6 hand I roamed through websites,' d' I, L9 A5 _1 D. z: @
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
+ ^. u7 Q- u% F F7 [directed me:
2 Z$ Z; V9 T# c! x# b) V$ |Live in the layers
, L2 o+ W, |. unot on the litter.# {# f# G4 }. c% {: Z1 E
Though I lack the art
0 E. C5 V$ H* s8 {to decipher it,
' e; s" ^" `+ J q4 Y* D3 _no doubt the next chaper8 s _% r6 R2 v. C3 }
in my book of transformations* E s4 y R! y- J
is already written.
* R/ X5 a0 s* r0 M$ bI love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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原文在此:- q' N, b1 d$ Y. v# ~3 e+ _5 Q
2 t5 ^5 S: o0 ]0 {9 }8 G: S$ ?The Layers i& d7 v; @' e9 i. A+ R d' R
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I have walked through many lives,
' O. g) `3 d( i Rsome of them my own, 7 m/ E" R. O0 E! y4 O
and I am not who I was, . h6 c/ z- |. ?
though some principle of being
" Z) }7 v/ I% H/ [* cabides, from which I struggle
0 U/ a" y ~* j, Fnot to stray.
+ d/ Y* s( ?. t. ?0 E) S. nWhen I look behind,
+ d" }; i9 ]4 n/ F, has I am compelled to look % r! A! P( C+ H6 Z$ a
before I can gather strength
) G6 t- r+ ~/ R7 E8 L. Q5 tto proceed on my journey, ; _- b" m: R n7 M9 Y
I see the milestones dwindling : C" n5 p; l/ {( A
toward the horizon 3 I0 z( Q7 P, T4 {
and the slow fires trailing ; R9 z: ^' o3 v4 |0 E- M; p/ K
from the abandoned camp-sites,
, ~1 X( e0 P7 ~( `0 c0 L$ O/ Iover which scavenger angels
" n3 ?1 ?4 j. A$ d$ H6 Y! ewheel on heavy wings. " W( Y/ W6 W: M8 `# p% X
Oh, I have made myself a tribe
/ v' n% l, i) c; @" tout of my true affections,
2 X5 S2 g, R% A8 p5 |4 qand my tribe is scattered! 1 w1 `0 X. {4 K0 p; B9 p
How shall the heart be reconciled % P9 m6 s1 ~& O8 d
to its feast of losses? 0 n- W9 S" W9 _3 F* U
In a rising wind
/ T1 R9 k/ s( R& ~: ]the manic dust of my friends, 3 [0 j( S) S* I; [/ u
those who fell along the way, % k6 Z; p& T# |, _$ D
bitterly stings my face. 4 t, H) w) G' `, g
Yet I turn, I turn,
9 e7 O# r1 _$ `! z5 g: ]exulting somewhat, $ I4 ?7 u; e& B' R& W" L
with my will intact to go
$ L% r( T7 H, m* \: p9 Iwhereever I need to go, - `4 Z" Q; |$ ]1 \8 |% {
and every stone on the road
j* E7 o4 S4 k* Sprecious to me. 7 ^) g5 H) i8 v2 F
In my darkest night,
% u6 U, ?1 ~ g4 Q) ]when the moon was covered
/ ?; D4 Z9 f3 V+ Mand I roamed through wreckage, % V! o; P8 ]: `" ]2 g) E0 N- G
a nimbus-clouded voice
" Y% \ n( Y0 |' r7 X& Adirected me:
$ a( s. j! b ^4 {7 r+ @"Live in the layers, $ W: a, T$ |4 P3 a) S( L2 h" N
not on the litter." * e6 X0 V) E1 q: g7 n, i5 v: ~1 ?$ c
Though I lack the art 4 i H9 u* h7 A
to decipher it, # V" m0 X9 C" ~' `1 [! f5 I* K
no doubt the next chapter . [, g, ~5 O) V% s) u
in my book of transformations
( Y$ I2 v4 e8 d- n9 B9 |, S, E% {is already written.
* I# N' a! A8 C6 ?, O% `: z7 d/ \I am not done with my changes.
& \, K9 x. X- ?4 A( `/ w# i% r—Stanley Kunitz) r1 s& f* E+ s0 K% v/ e3 }
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