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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。1 b' o# K6 \, a8 u; u& @/ L
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; c4 y2 c& y3 X2 y p
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The layers' [6 Z) J/ \7 ^
* G; M. M! C( t4 [- H `# b: J# i; BI have walked through many websites,; S" G/ G {- K
some of them I like,
, ~3 g( Q: e5 e3 ^( vand some of them I do not like.
% v; K1 I' E, F% eOh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
4 B/ X: |* m, k' U$ L Dout of his true affections.
) Q# f( m- a; i! `8 r* HI go, I go
- _4 e `" y! F" j+ S" e7 pexulting somewhat, $ P. f6 I5 t+ V
with my will intact to go
" Y/ {' {, V$ C5 E) Z/ zwherever I need to go,
: b5 r% `9 y2 I- xand every post on the Edmontonchina Community . N6 f; T* P7 E& E# _5 r. u
Precious to me.1 m' K7 d, K# K' {
In my darkest night, . s7 I: W* n: z1 Q0 f9 w
when the moon was covered, q& f5 h) Y9 n, u
and I roamed through websites,
/ w1 c" J+ F4 J5 I7 k$ ya nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
0 W$ |: H9 K( ~" i! w- @: e; pdirected me:
1 T2 g3 {5 P N f" eLive in the layers
7 l; b& ^2 F0 ]- M. d; l' e0 unot on the litter.
$ |# g/ v" G7 n" P+ p5 M& [Though I lack the art m- ^( a- l" z9 F$ e* `! q) r
to decipher it,
2 ], L8 N9 z x* r4 p( Yno doubt the next chaper
4 K; S) `" e5 t$ G& t6 f4 p$ Uin my book of transformations. G3 L/ G: ^5 e |. g
is already written.0 f" M# t6 y I9 R: y% F# T
I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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; C# \, ?- C1 @* H6 M原文在此:* u0 x; | i0 }4 N2 T a
) O6 I1 V/ o n$ oThe Layers3 ^; {1 ]. h/ W4 R6 t2 ~ W" d
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I have walked through many lives,
6 W4 q+ J" `! z3 w' R! t% xsome of them my own,
; v5 X% Y5 y0 l5 yand I am not who I was,
7 w3 ]1 |3 `8 c5 W, L0 a; Vthough some principle of being 4 h5 |3 j& [3 T# \$ [8 U- i6 Z: A
abides, from which I struggle : Z0 |$ v Q; ~+ m; k8 y
not to stray.
7 |- L( `) a5 G, l$ mWhen I look behind, * k+ S' H( b5 B3 W- ~4 S
as I am compelled to look 8 ?# g0 z7 d6 {
before I can gather strength
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' c$ C# W2 m$ y% tI see the milestones dwindling : f: i6 T; ^) C* l. n0 n6 a
toward the horizon
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from the abandoned camp-sites, ! j( ]. r6 W. T0 F( a& F
over which scavenger angels
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Oh, I have made myself a tribe
5 {# e. B& I6 `out of my true affections,
6 K8 f3 d- h! t0 xand my tribe is scattered!
: y% I3 D9 x. k/ q5 o: a. _& ?How shall the heart be reconciled # e& t0 T7 e3 X
to its feast of losses?
$ i/ Z+ z# G4 ^9 m+ i8 {In a rising wind
8 }( N) M, K6 E; Xthe manic dust of my friends, 1 v8 t% @; N" k. Y8 w( I
those who fell along the way, 6 l" {3 j0 e: }# o
bitterly stings my face. * Z4 i t4 v4 x. P
Yet I turn, I turn,
% F. P0 z9 b) E& C9 ?exulting somewhat,
& }% P# D8 l7 q6 B4 G! W, ^9 n1 Iwith my will intact to go
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) L: m: l, m' B6 Y% h p4 U& Uand every stone on the road " y X7 ~/ t7 s* N L' ]
precious to me. 9 o" J2 o5 ~8 L
In my darkest night,
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and I roamed through wreckage, 5 `, c5 S/ w: o+ h0 g; R
a nimbus-clouded voice D, n! i/ E$ M+ } n1 x- a: V
directed me: . C8 s# {: S0 ]/ U- J3 g2 c
"Live in the layers, 8 k$ Y- O& o0 J8 `; O" p
not on the litter."
: j& y' Z+ w* k1 Q' NThough I lack the art
& T9 Y0 k; |. \. D( r# \ hto decipher it, 1 k: c" O# o* _1 [
no doubt the next chapter n7 U# R, g9 s `4 S9 K& i
in my book of transformations
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8 W) H5 _5 G' QI am not done with my changes.
; [" D1 T4 h9 n—Stanley Kunitz
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