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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。) O& r0 ?& K/ Y7 R9 ~4 b
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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$ p, u/ x' M0 \% M- y3 i% h& Y* E The layers# y# m' F9 s$ w* m
4 n3 B$ `( z4 MI have walked through many websites,
. p v1 A6 G) V {) @, G) esome of them I like,
( V q: {) ?3 P2 k; e/ W2 d; k% uand some of them I do not like.
) N; J6 `" b3 K8 QOh, Lao Yang have made a tribe+ Y3 ~8 W- w7 u+ v5 w) _8 g
out of his true affections.4 B9 [$ E6 @% g
I go, I go0 Q! f" v w7 K0 F
exulting somewhat,
p! N' k2 V) ?- Ewith my will intact to go
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and every post on the Edmontonchina Community / Y1 @4 `! G& d2 u+ D N" }/ L- a
Precious to me.
! R6 g- `2 |5 K6 IIn my darkest night,
( A, y# G" _* P( Lwhen the moon was covered. C! Y) _0 Z5 |. @8 w
and I roamed through websites,& `: N0 w$ c% W- @ |1 L
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice " W, K; @* P4 h" |' k
directed me:& R' k6 t: P1 s% m
Live in the layers& x) Z& q) t$ R( f( I% Q
not on the litter./ K9 q. E# R9 C
Though I lack the art
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no doubt the next chaper
$ V$ y! q% c7 |& T( y+ [in my book of transformations# b; T( T- i0 Z9 m6 S) M% C
is already written.4 B/ d/ H. i/ s& s* g
I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.9 q4 ?/ e$ ~. P5 D
3 q y2 k& ~% c; w原文在此:2 e: o* B b1 P8 A. u# U
0 U" c. B Q" W. u/ KThe Layers
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I have walked through many lives,
8 a' ?8 f) n' Y% lsome of them my own,
1 u; O: X. m5 _1 h/ q/ tand I am not who I was,
0 m3 F% h5 \7 o$ n6 V# L7 I% Dthough some principle of being
% d0 G0 U# Z; X! m) }, H- nabides, from which I struggle % D' H9 Q$ C$ Z2 f8 v
not to stray. & { Z% m0 T( D' c" S/ J' A8 p! M
When I look behind, $ P/ v! o1 g7 F! [* h
as I am compelled to look ( }' @3 V" P1 ~+ M/ G9 X
before I can gather strength
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I see the milestones dwindling 4 x2 k) j5 N5 s0 H* i3 t9 ?6 b
toward the horizon 4 V6 t6 { K/ Z5 r
and the slow fires trailing 2 D$ g! D3 e; T y
from the abandoned camp-sites, " R' L4 r* B* M# b/ w1 f v0 T
over which scavenger angels
! p# a+ V& m7 [- Lwheel on heavy wings.
9 h+ d" w8 k$ D/ ^7 d. hOh, I have made myself a tribe
* f! S u; D1 X d- \, c$ Z- L8 pout of my true affections,
+ w4 J* b% D5 h" J$ P# y; ~; L! pand my tribe is scattered! 6 a" f( Q" M0 i8 P6 N$ k
How shall the heart be reconciled
6 _* K. R* [3 N9 Oto its feast of losses?
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the manic dust of my friends,
J+ W4 |0 j/ a X2 |those who fell along the way,
) y/ l9 m; x+ F- L! Pbitterly stings my face.
# G* ]. ^: D RYet I turn, I turn, " Y8 C" A# B2 U
exulting somewhat,
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whereever I need to go,
2 w7 W4 q F* d1 qand every stone on the road
% x# E. t: G- N% fprecious to me.
" f, @4 N- |2 p% r. ^5 w, x7 a YIn my darkest night,
4 q; w- ~' a4 j1 ~* Awhen the moon was covered & ?" X# v F! V2 J, l" a
and I roamed through wreckage,
+ `0 r ?5 J/ p2 |# F2 Va nimbus-clouded voice 8 O$ s) A2 ]* @. }; I
directed me:
. o/ v6 ~. n, h% J( o7 ^/ l"Live in the layers, 2 W, j5 k8 z, k g' f5 i
not on the litter." % Z8 r7 z# R/ r
Though I lack the art
2 I- l: u) l8 ^: t/ G1 \1 Cto decipher it, 0 U8 C' a8 J/ I$ m; ^; A
no doubt the next chapter # R3 }% W$ U3 _4 i
in my book of transformations
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4 f! W. N# {- X3 i) i* g5 N" yI am not done with my changes.) B9 ?1 V6 d* `& {" m) t0 n( e
—Stanley Kunitz @9 F- n# B% G; n9 y& N
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