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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
$ K. \+ h' j+ T5 ^5 G* R( p* ]7 h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 layers3 O3 Q0 W9 X, R) P0 K' X
* M1 z2 f( n# Q. F% `$ m) n7 H2 NI have walked through many websites,5 }! ^2 o9 |: w! s
some of them I like,
* b6 z- \6 ^2 w, e. wand some of them I do not like.
: T! H% ^, o% _2 t- j! zOh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
: d/ V K: z! B" fout of his true affections.; z$ N' U. p$ L ]8 a1 o
I go, I go
2 Q4 w1 r1 M6 [9 N, z- Gexulting somewhat, ; N2 w) M" Z8 p0 F; [
with my will intact to go, Z1 Q% Y# x* Q
wherever I need to go,& g1 S* Q% L: S& H4 j7 \
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community * Q7 c8 U5 a. l
Precious to me. W- x: T. `# n5 i1 O4 }
In my darkest night,
3 I' d( H2 w! N1 ewhen the moon was covered
9 U6 R! G: L! g8 V# P6 aand I roamed through websites,
2 Y7 z6 P& U( Na nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice 9 b$ O, t3 }5 S7 b! B# u
directed me:
* u$ |0 H. s% D9 T- D( D* b" HLive in the layers
1 M5 |) ~0 H q/ i% W6 unot on the litter.8 M# s" T4 m6 O9 b8 K% y
Though I lack the art
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! ~% P% A P# ~/ ~2 `( l2 xno doubt the next chaper
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is already written.
3 f& @, \& I. V' h4 k6 ~4 ZI love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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0 d' Q1 Q4 t4 S" G0 f9 }+ p原文在此:
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The Layers% W: l' F! s1 H# j c+ o
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I have walked through many lives, # r* p* u3 I/ q' J6 d( T, V" z
some of them my own,
% H9 [0 ]5 P! O( V# Sand I am not who I was,
7 P! J& W+ D- e9 |9 S/ l& J! w& a+ @though some principle of being
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not to stray. 1 |. t: M7 A# G) B; c N5 o
When I look behind,
1 G: q9 u/ [* t) ?5 M+ Nas I am compelled to look 7 u2 N& j6 k# ~, M0 i; v1 O# f
before I can gather strength 1 o8 |0 |( P% @
to proceed on my journey,
4 t' ~! Y) V2 ~- r# zI see the milestones dwindling
7 @: p1 j t& l9 Mtoward the horizon
1 t5 }5 u2 r- U! F: T4 I5 oand the slow fires trailing
- x$ i# e1 G. y& C: w' w9 qfrom the abandoned camp-sites,
- Z9 J/ r9 z$ }" |3 ~- ~over which scavenger angels 4 t! T& o& h+ J
wheel on heavy wings. , m: Y5 f) H5 {- x1 K, \
Oh, I have made myself a tribe - N o+ b: |: i$ R: R
out of my true affections,
7 `- N% q- w S7 S5 Aand my tribe is scattered!
& F% r3 ~: E5 g& A; S) ^How shall the heart be reconciled
. [* D0 r) l+ u8 Oto its feast of losses? , t! t% ]" C: i
In a rising wind
1 M+ f# L+ K. Y8 Sthe manic dust of my friends, # m1 Y, q$ a3 @% s' Q
those who fell along the way, % e" q9 e7 S: I/ j" s
bitterly stings my face.
4 F2 u$ D' ~. b) O. b3 r: EYet I turn, I turn,
: I5 v7 z6 C0 \0 |2 I& Q2 mexulting somewhat,
$ z$ s5 ~) P/ Y" o. R! Bwith my will intact to go ; v& R# k# f" C. r) U
whereever I need to go, ( [8 A9 x4 ]% \& p7 q Q' b, g
and every stone on the road 4 \( Y9 I; W& d# B% W" v0 X3 L
precious to me.
: y3 ^6 N6 o, n2 LIn my darkest night,
$ ]6 {5 `& y) `, t& L% T3 D& o: kwhen the moon was covered
! s2 j, Q' [2 R6 e9 R h. x0 gand I roamed through wreckage, 9 W9 u" }$ a( k/ Z: T" w
a nimbus-clouded voice
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"Live in the layers, . ?% F; o4 V1 L0 a5 L
not on the litter." 0 M! V' \. O& r6 z6 A
Though I lack the art
6 E6 j# |* r. r" T; A& y& yto decipher it, , a. g: l" ~8 Q Z4 ^
no doubt the next chapter
1 g3 E/ z8 \5 E8 x% y, kin my book of transformations
" Q2 m7 j. [& {4 w" c% S5 M+ v/ ]is already written. 3 t# N" z* T) J; W3 A- c6 _# W
I am not done with my changes.6 n. J5 C( \* a) _ _: I# B
—Stanley Kunitz
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