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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。 m3 ]7 [: |3 L, a# 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 Kunitz0 D6 @% f! q. h, A" b
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2 A; Y2 Z7 G2 N; I5 F" U- L5 N- O6 s& u7 H The layers
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/ i m+ y- @' O5 Q! M' Q7 KI have walked through many websites,( Y! e" N Q% K, B
some of them I like,
1 i& g$ H! \/ ~" G4 R- g5 hand some of them I do not like.$ Q; Z* ]7 {0 r# _1 v# l
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
/ ]+ G6 p: ]) L, w( j& Lout of his true affections.
f. m8 M7 w2 g$ N+ n+ _$ ^I go, I go" l* K8 h2 j; e' R
exulting somewhat, % G, s& _, }* a7 C
with my will intact to go
7 U9 U: ^, @# o2 N: qwherever I need to go,3 K# G6 x8 L6 }
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community 7 a5 g% ^4 H8 v; M& m
Precious to me.
% \- s0 ?$ z/ g9 d/ t/ k3 Q) i+ H9 `% XIn my darkest night,
6 u4 Z6 e, o) l' [2 ]when the moon was covered
% t1 E( z2 g- d. b7 k/ @; Qand I roamed through websites,- L. a! A+ ~" S' }* g, I- T. }
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
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Live in the layers( ^, |0 f" u5 a
not on the litter.+ c( A& x9 M/ L3 }: h
Though I lack the art
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in my book of transformations9 S- I. Z3 `. e2 C
is already written.
( @/ S" ]% J: \$ ?2 ^! aI love to live with Edmontonchina Community.! z8 T2 z) ^7 e7 |) M
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原文在此:& y0 C& O6 Q7 j# Y
) V s) R+ S; k! vThe Layers$ }5 V- k0 ?* |6 n/ m8 y0 A
/ A6 ]: E5 p7 d1 I& V8 y4 p9 RI have walked through many lives,
9 A! Z, {1 i( h9 B0 U' \1 k2 |some of them my own,
1 K2 c. X0 P2 }/ `4 ?% W3 I7 Qand I am not who I was,
1 G! U9 K6 J) B- |though some principle of being : w) I" a* }' @- h7 {' m
abides, from which I struggle : h, f# |) Z" U2 G
not to stray. . `, l- [! C# b7 O# C
When I look behind, & d& g6 b0 R& m. P
as I am compelled to look 9 @) m7 B; F. |9 c, j# S3 Y
before I can gather strength
2 j# m7 V7 G" F: a0 Jto proceed on my journey,
4 h/ ]$ n6 i+ ~& }4 Q) i3 [I see the milestones dwindling
4 L, z' D& W' w. M: K4 p" ]toward the horizon 7 O2 m1 d/ Z d4 L' W# I$ t4 G
and the slow fires trailing
8 I: J6 h, ~1 D7 v6 e9 [from the abandoned camp-sites,
; |5 g+ h1 t! ~' K" o5 uover which scavenger angels 2 h p- v; f& Y8 @: Y9 O9 p
wheel on heavy wings.
' O4 A% i- S; |" S* P- Y) lOh, I have made myself a tribe 8 S, f+ n# d1 k1 L
out of my true affections,
) ^+ Q( W- H. A3 A" J3 rand my tribe is scattered! ' n- I/ k) O8 F% H! O- ^$ g$ H& P
How shall the heart be reconciled ) W+ [# K! T8 q' x0 D) m5 Q, e P
to its feast of losses? 5 L& w& N) f! W: R E Y, I5 l- w
In a rising wind ) i. a: B% h7 V
the manic dust of my friends,
9 v* }1 o6 W! Z; q3 Jthose who fell along the way, ( G' r8 n7 F* G$ l; T
bitterly stings my face. 4 M* c# M4 L( ^* `7 r. J4 B, O
Yet I turn, I turn, 5 c2 p! |8 \/ B0 K7 Q3 l" {
exulting somewhat, 8 u5 j$ s: _# a8 ]) P' L, Z
with my will intact to go
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and every stone on the road $ L: s# T0 b9 n3 n" M: Z
precious to me. % D2 {1 w5 x: v
In my darkest night, ! k" a0 L0 q' R# @8 e( d
when the moon was covered
1 X$ S' b6 f0 ^* T& n( @1 hand I roamed through wreckage, 0 o% K+ B0 S) f) R
a nimbus-clouded voice
Y. g1 K9 A3 ^/ tdirected me:
7 _ k! O0 _( |+ U- e7 c"Live in the layers, 9 K% y, u8 g4 r9 ^! B+ D4 G
not on the litter."
" o/ b1 R4 o- ^0 d- g+ \Though I lack the art 4 S8 Q5 a3 d; i3 U0 P& E
to decipher it,
2 C1 X, R2 ~/ N( Kno doubt the next chapter
1 Q, U5 u6 `( ?$ U/ y& Z8 V1 n& X: Yin my book of transformations ' I8 X1 T5 i4 f, v8 n1 H
is already written.
5 }! E, U7 H7 A" B Q0 V4 {/ g& eI am not done with my changes.
. g( q% i D6 X \( ^8 S" [—Stanley Kunitz
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