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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 u F/ l$ k Z, 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 Kunitz
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4 m0 C# X4 K; j- x- S( q The layers
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I have walked through many websites,
5 k' z q. _ @' s! A. Hsome of them I like,
# u* T* f' f! i7 _and some of them I do not like.( o- |" q' t2 b1 Z: w( m
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe( }( t8 k1 B8 S' f4 R% t. F
out of his true affections.
5 L3 c1 l" Q; k* uI go, I go
1 p! V, n9 Z4 T! G1 Q# p* o2 O$ jexulting somewhat,
7 ?+ P- `3 O% [* J; Dwith my will intact to go
# t& ^3 X7 T: S0 d! t' Wwherever I need to go,) D7 V" @2 ]$ T
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community
, Y; K0 z) C8 F9 m6 W: vPrecious to me.# P+ }( w$ t2 D S ` B4 d
In my darkest night, 3 X" b- x$ v. v" d4 s/ e& i
when the moon was covered0 h8 X) J- l4 z, {1 E
and I roamed through websites,
1 U. ]8 v9 E5 A- G7 q4 }; K. ra nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice & Z# z8 A6 k4 \( `
directed me:
" A: z9 i; E1 ` \9 x" c G- RLive in the layers$ v: q# B/ I$ Q6 j
not on the litter.
$ y8 c2 _: T( x4 g! e c. mThough I lack the art ( L6 k1 J5 E5 b" H2 l
to decipher it,
) V- S3 n* q. I) A( W- u3 Sno doubt the next chaper
0 l6 m7 o" R2 r3 V$ R4 g0 ?in my book of transformations" F4 h: I, r$ c# ?: W
is already written.
. M) W. ~0 ]6 R1 [8 p: JI love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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/ ]3 n& j* q7 B. ]! |原文在此:
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The Layers; v: O- L, g# `/ I
0 T2 }' |5 M0 E2 Z. tI have walked through many lives,
( V U# l" z6 @- a% s/ Csome of them my own,
; [7 G1 W1 X" Eand I am not who I was, ! o9 b# @* }' _- k
though some principle of being
, P$ }8 y0 O9 q5 Labides, from which I struggle - c! g9 f* B; e% ?
not to stray.
6 O/ _! Y; g) i9 E1 ?When I look behind, $ d( s ?+ z/ h
as I am compelled to look ' A( ~# `! c: P# j6 l! ~; e! G8 W8 u$ }
before I can gather strength ; c* u3 }' _# Y( f4 Q2 Q
to proceed on my journey,
( g, H8 F1 B0 q" D2 q3 L& EI see the milestones dwindling
; ~! Y& u0 `0 V$ [toward the horizon
9 S, c6 b& H" D" Cand the slow fires trailing
) K) f: q w0 Z7 V3 a1 i |from the abandoned camp-sites,
& q4 h4 q' `) zover which scavenger angels
$ n+ M e# K/ K. K) c- n; awheel on heavy wings. ; }7 d3 G# }1 a- O/ R9 W0 F) N7 ?. x
Oh, I have made myself a tribe
- ^! ~) w- d3 E! `2 g$ wout of my true affections, ) X' I& _8 N) c: s. B
and my tribe is scattered! , ]% C2 Q. M2 ]; P
How shall the heart be reconciled
+ D3 [/ }# X$ _( n6 a dto its feast of losses? 7 O5 P4 n1 L0 N; ]5 E ] K6 j+ m
In a rising wind
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those who fell along the way, 9 o2 h1 M) V1 _/ \3 n
bitterly stings my face. - W, b) e/ i) W$ g2 o3 ?' w! z3 w; h
Yet I turn, I turn, % M3 i9 n: b0 P
exulting somewhat,
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and every stone on the road
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8 n+ P/ I$ x3 q2 {9 V# }In my darkest night, ; S3 x; T9 k" e( ^' H2 h
when the moon was covered
; D+ T% J" v% G' mand I roamed through wreckage, & Q* W/ n& i$ u- ?
a nimbus-clouded voice ; \& y1 R" ?( \$ R, c, d
directed me:
6 Z' x. B; A! M! u- |1 H"Live in the layers,
# K4 i0 z" R7 a- R9 r( r' _not on the litter." . N+ b$ B# q# G3 T1 u4 j" F
Though I lack the art
! H3 O# K s Y' tto decipher it,
( K- a1 \" e; Zno doubt the next chapter : W, q- v% c8 J5 N. X, l w$ k
in my book of transformations . w# c/ v! e+ q& r+ w8 j- J9 F5 X
is already written.
3 c, Z( V$ Z _' B o) |; gI am not done with my changes.5 [' W6 V& E Y; M' z
—Stanley Kunitz
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