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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
/ q5 i, \) Y# v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, |' c, o$ z* ^
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The layers
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I have walked through many websites,3 _( @, W# I7 t$ n1 w
some of them I like,! X# n0 [/ D* k& x( {
and some of them I do not like.
8 \0 I8 ?/ }7 B+ B5 _Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
4 R3 ]* M) N& {9 j. I! _out of his true affections.
4 r( N J4 X" i7 Z% d: nI go, I go
; _; o) ^8 l3 t. Sexulting somewhat,
6 I6 k$ G6 ~- k/ hwith my will intact to go# T8 ]% Y9 v @9 l/ Y
wherever I need to go,' L7 A0 _! o* R; Q( L# D4 ~ K
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community . F" {% E: o( {2 C. {
Precious to me.
/ c) z! F4 I `6 J9 c9 G; J( r) oIn my darkest night,
3 N$ F" @8 \+ U! Lwhen the moon was covered3 {) }# E" p; [8 G; H
and I roamed through websites,
- _! K8 K2 O4 ra nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
+ @6 G$ i+ @2 d5 H! H4 q+ p+ cdirected me:
* x8 V4 ^. c# B' C- Z0 O+ ]* B+ ALive in the layers0 y) A* N& p8 a$ a+ t+ H
not on the litter.
- m) H: l7 @- {) _Though I lack the art ; ~( H+ p# i$ f6 B* L6 a# j/ W
to decipher it,
6 w9 X, }( `- c4 R& ?4 Hno doubt the next chaper, _8 n: g3 n1 c# s- E$ K) i
in my book of transformations
, ]" l6 {8 ~: \ C: l9 ]is already written.7 p. A' `) `, a" w& p
I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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原文在此:
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The Layers
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I have walked through many lives, ! K1 p# ^' n5 p6 R
some of them my own,
# T" q# I6 r" A6 v+ _* tand I am not who I was, 5 ~8 D3 a9 j# c0 Z0 S4 g) B
though some principle of being
b- w! ~7 Y4 r# M. r. uabides, from which I struggle
* x! Q4 h! [% w% q" ]- f7 p- e& }not to stray.
$ X' Q! F# A jWhen I look behind,
3 o, `3 u, [+ O% S8 las I am compelled to look
4 ]# J Q0 `) V0 t; ~$ L; lbefore I can gather strength
' ^9 g- W j8 m6 J+ o# Hto proceed on my journey, * o# f" B, \5 \7 G3 z5 h' o
I see the milestones dwindling
5 U- i0 f9 r) W( ~9 T8 K$ G. Stoward the horizon
- f3 i; _% ~/ g* Yand the slow fires trailing
0 H( V: e+ ?7 F9 n; @0 v& t2 }3 y; r Efrom the abandoned camp-sites,
# b8 `2 K* ~+ t2 iover which scavenger angels
. s8 k t0 ]0 |, s2 mwheel on heavy wings.
$ s+ A& n3 a# v ^ v" COh, I have made myself a tribe 2 |) y* M- w2 J. H
out of my true affections, ; h9 v! z( }5 Z& P
and my tribe is scattered!
$ b" z4 y- M5 \8 W: T9 _8 w1 ^How shall the heart be reconciled 5 t+ j0 f; S" x
to its feast of losses?
; ^, R! j/ C1 E! q' jIn a rising wind
& `9 Y9 d, |+ Z* [: Y/ b ]the manic dust of my friends, ! S1 v- h% P; H
those who fell along the way, 8 u. D+ d1 D3 q6 r( N, M2 P/ D2 n
bitterly stings my face.
6 h; D/ i" {/ t$ b4 R3 DYet I turn, I turn,
4 z. R3 v, D0 Mexulting somewhat, # r8 ^3 g* l* K, O& E9 p" R. N/ X. s
with my will intact to go * ^" B7 T8 Z* Q
whereever I need to go, : _& M- S5 w/ s; N3 L& Y
and every stone on the road
2 @' B2 O2 N0 X6 Aprecious to me. ; _* ~* S6 M+ ~) y# y( ^. t5 ^
In my darkest night,
, [- s2 _* ?; w. s& x$ Q* ^when the moon was covered
# S5 H7 {# e- E" U; ~! I* A- vand I roamed through wreckage,
! u+ r8 X8 U$ T9 n Ba nimbus-clouded voice 1 O1 k; \0 _, P5 V# s7 J# {& y
directed me: 8 z2 j2 v# q* j, C; Q/ m/ D6 ^
"Live in the layers,
2 w' D4 @+ v$ P* @3 p! c5 F b2 @$ \not on the litter." # Y- B, J4 M) M, ~4 C
Though I lack the art " a( D5 T# ]7 P& E& q7 e
to decipher it,
2 \' e! D# g5 B/ G4 @4 hno doubt the next chapter ) g- T8 P: f0 X4 o
in my book of transformations # I' X# A! x, G/ W6 X6 y
is already written. : W+ y0 p- N" a9 ]7 Z
I am not done with my changes.
* w |( \( |2 a/ B—Stanley Kunitz
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