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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
/ y0 D, l9 {" {" ]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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9 H6 Y, @, o" e. V) J2 ~ The layers1 D5 Z2 J! Z1 [
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I have walked through many websites,$ Z0 q/ u% h+ o7 o7 `1 ~
some of them I like,9 B) c7 Y& r7 K- }
and some of them I do not like.# o( f1 s) @8 v4 u# L
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
& x4 x+ q9 ~9 O' x4 p1 R% `out of his true affections.
" L' y& [* ]4 M7 I8 f( CI go, I go
1 K- R! [) T; k' ~5 \exulting somewhat,
2 [; @. z! n4 N: F _5 Z) D3 Nwith my will intact to go
, |: k5 F/ Q, M1 v) `1 Dwherever I need to go,9 r& z( A( _! C& V
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community , z% K# y7 p9 R6 F) [: O
Precious to me.% t6 u" g7 `9 y
In my darkest night, ; S4 J, P' j7 `4 v% f( p! D, M
when the moon was covered1 r$ g! r; ]/ O9 \4 [
and I roamed through websites, |; X/ N4 z3 h( h* b
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
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Live in the layers
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Though I lack the art " ~' C7 `! v! g/ K& Y
to decipher it,
! ^% U5 S# W0 ?3 Rno doubt the next chaper3 b, p2 O0 U, l% w: d' Z" h# M
in my book of transformations
6 n" E( Q& F4 t; j5 cis already written.; }4 e- K2 `# X7 K5 s+ g+ X1 Y( j" n+ @
I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.) k% \: A1 S) C, ]1 a; z. M
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原文在此: r ^+ O; _4 T/ X, X5 ^
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The Layers6 T) S, i6 C3 C! e9 \& V
* g* S) f, Z/ D3 ~; H @5 Z; bI have walked through many lives,
2 ^3 | R9 \1 N% l6 Isome of them my own, * R7 ^4 @2 w2 i% U
and I am not who I was, 0 U' d6 K) l0 t+ B) W9 j( W
though some principle of being . a }/ c) U4 ^- B
abides, from which I struggle " x" E( ^ ]) ^* _+ V$ Y
not to stray. . s0 P( w5 A7 z1 a) g" A
When I look behind, + e$ \$ B) ]" x% F
as I am compelled to look 9 O3 C$ X+ Q* J& C7 O2 m
before I can gather strength 6 ]$ b; I* z: h- b) Z
to proceed on my journey, % B- i, B2 P$ D7 f
I see the milestones dwindling
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' f; o0 ?+ u3 U4 Wand the slow fires trailing # W3 A# L5 N. z( Z
from the abandoned camp-sites, $ ?0 ^4 \2 n5 J0 J+ K9 A9 x. l i
over which scavenger angels
. \9 ]7 v$ ]/ Z; I0 vwheel on heavy wings. - m! R$ |* p: \
Oh, I have made myself a tribe
, D( G2 G5 k* Z/ S5 g+ ]2 rout of my true affections,
0 P3 |5 E7 }( A+ |# f2 R9 f0 }and my tribe is scattered! . a0 _1 p4 Y# M7 v' F5 S0 U
How shall the heart be reconciled % h w) q- x. E2 r+ s; c+ {7 Z
to its feast of losses? 8 Q* N0 o4 U K1 W; q( B
In a rising wind - V. J7 b5 f. Y% l
the manic dust of my friends,
) X6 e0 ]0 n3 \! G$ Y, d1 e Ythose who fell along the way,
: @2 w) d+ R" _* }5 zbitterly stings my face. # v& @$ y2 i# M3 ^
Yet I turn, I turn, & c$ |! \4 ]/ L" D0 q7 l
exulting somewhat, % k/ I9 r, z4 R; l) M+ y$ z
with my will intact to go ' j" y2 l9 o; M3 _* C- k
whereever I need to go,
. p f R* g( x& Eand every stone on the road
2 V: ^% L1 O) V$ [precious to me.
# B+ V/ @3 S' X5 i9 [/ Q r, TIn my darkest night, 9 M+ w# u5 M; R8 A; X
when the moon was covered , ^' z' d7 O7 o- G) m5 W6 d& ~
and I roamed through wreckage, 1 V/ N% P! k w, `( e* j( n
a nimbus-clouded voice 6 v5 ~( l& M' S- M |
directed me:
0 u0 d2 ?3 c u6 ~"Live in the layers,
6 b4 y8 n% ~; \9 A" ?not on the litter." - t' |' p. N' @7 Q* @" Z2 D
Though I lack the art
7 B- [' M8 L9 P4 F8 |" K: B$ ito decipher it, - M- d7 R# }6 m- U+ U
no doubt the next chapter
$ o- a* M9 K, f! c0 Ein my book of transformations
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I am not done with my changes.* V7 G% g$ B7 d
—Stanley Kunitz" S" O* v; S% a( g7 L1 N
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