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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
2 s2 c* ^- J5 g6 D2 R" V* x* ^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 Kunitz4 G, h" l6 U/ p$ G; x% V! `4 m3 R
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The layers
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I have walked through many websites,
3 t; v H, T) H2 {* X! r5 osome of them I like,$ A% }5 n0 ~) Y; O2 V5 f3 [
and some of them I do not like.
& N% s% o6 V! s5 X" dOh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
* g: s# t' g: z' U* S/ n& F1 }$ S$ Aout of his true affections.
6 E( `& O# e7 U+ I! f( T( \" sI go, I go
* i7 ]: w4 C p) E6 z8 ~1 t3 gexulting somewhat, : H. u9 a. w1 U/ w, t% y
with my will intact to go
8 \) M. L7 \ X: lwherever I need to go,
" ?- H% b$ V! @/ L: ?and every post on the Edmontonchina Community 3 f, V7 n- o& i4 p
Precious to me.* ~; x5 ~- z0 t# i( R
In my darkest night,
0 X4 t a# ~( k$ @1 k5 s( Jwhen the moon was covered
" b3 h* L7 C: |; r2 ]& B+ uand I roamed through websites,
5 R% [4 U7 q' d* |a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
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1 p& z [" B5 [/ s) oLive in the layers
: c/ q/ u0 O9 A5 T( rnot on the litter.
7 k+ Q( y, i8 s( L/ OThough I lack the art
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no doubt the next chaper; y' P( \1 ` C' u! a
in my book of transformations
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: l9 C# K7 _3 @I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.4 k( F- X% a+ B6 x2 V, t2 i% S7 _
$ q% F( A. Y# t* {: }: R: ^原文在此:
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The Layers; ]/ ^4 ^2 I7 P
8 B* i2 y5 ?. U4 E/ RI have walked through many lives,
2 l4 ?7 S" F% M3 i- Gsome of them my own, + {0 z4 C8 S9 v
and I am not who I was,
; z+ {* n; j1 N2 F/ u0 v! Mthough some principle of being / _9 l' N% |4 G3 \; L2 J, _
abides, from which I struggle
" a/ t/ A8 l# l! Z- [0 |not to stray. & S) O4 z, o- U$ `5 o" e
When I look behind, " V: l# u0 H- G6 X, Y! n- B# k
as I am compelled to look ) `) V% h$ J) E5 N) }# e8 R4 a2 T( D
before I can gather strength 1 t- }7 Z- `5 K6 P7 c
to proceed on my journey,
/ d% y2 F. f5 j, R/ PI see the milestones dwindling + Q9 m* }& i: Q0 O4 A
toward the horizon
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over which scavenger angels " L* ]+ G% j1 ?
wheel on heavy wings. 4 m& E' x& E4 F' g$ E0 K% l
Oh, I have made myself a tribe ( P0 Q/ S4 l; G6 x$ K- D
out of my true affections,
* a3 Q, V. S3 q, y0 z: Hand my tribe is scattered!
: ~6 b2 i) j0 m" m' D$ gHow shall the heart be reconciled / R5 I* w; H# j' @
to its feast of losses? & Z4 @3 D) [1 c6 g
In a rising wind 2 k( y7 u1 p6 A0 J+ E _) m
the manic dust of my friends, ) J/ Z5 R5 v. H3 J' Y! ?- _
those who fell along the way, ! X5 s4 `# o: j5 X
bitterly stings my face.
$ n" n, g$ i/ EYet I turn, I turn, 1 h: S) R1 Y* P1 Y: A
exulting somewhat, T8 R0 G7 @- _- I7 Z
with my will intact to go
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1 q; Z4 `" w& c( q: tand every stone on the road
. }! S" A$ C. Aprecious to me.
- B& F, Z \0 q# x* n* c4 qIn my darkest night, 6 ?/ P$ t9 p+ x, t( _$ U
when the moon was covered
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$ m) Y+ Q* H6 l2 K( t, b3 j0 N4 ma nimbus-clouded voice * o. r% r5 Y) m& I, r6 T& R
directed me: ! B+ k' a! O% Z& a2 k) n) N; P" e
"Live in the layers,
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Though I lack the art . k' y, Y O3 p9 T* l
to decipher it, 0 ~) p' G" I6 N! |+ m( E! n
no doubt the next chapter / w& e3 u/ E/ d! _* B
in my book of transformations
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I am not done with my changes.
8 V. P2 e$ L) @; f3 a3 _—Stanley Kunitz
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