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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
( c1 T9 B4 C; N8 n$ u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 Kunitz6 {7 O1 [7 w K# z P. ?, ~5 y: {# ^1 u
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{2 m; S1 t4 t% L5 z( G5 u4 \' j The layers
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+ O( t" X# y* \. @( DI have walked through many websites,
6 N7 a$ o9 C1 [% j" }# _some of them I like,/ Q J5 G/ m- a* B
and some of them I do not like.
6 `! x1 N- N) I- L( E9 SOh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
3 q$ r5 Q3 B$ m+ F& iout of his true affections.5 X% ^% _- _4 Y o
I go, I go7 Y" J+ S; E% K8 q
exulting somewhat,
P- K+ f! t3 m) A) j# gwith my will intact to go( R" t" d& n7 K
wherever I need to go,8 ?& y- F3 U4 G
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community
# L+ `; T1 ~7 F n/ dPrecious to me.
- m2 [% p' U4 z3 k+ |$ yIn my darkest night,
6 a' i( ? ~1 I8 F3 ^; d# E& Pwhen the moon was covered
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a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice + Z3 o: [4 \9 m0 f4 M9 L' v
directed me:
" V' H' a7 `2 gLive in the layers
( P( J& X+ s' ^4 Z- w& X7 ]: ~not on the litter.
, S& O# W" a. u9 M5 j. f1 J$ nThough I lack the art
, _$ J* b+ D7 p A/ Eto decipher it,
1 j6 K! g! t d3 s, J3 }$ Pno doubt the next chaper0 L* w$ X# D7 ~" F
in my book of transformations
. c7 W/ T4 ~7 {. N: Fis already written.
. i& {4 }4 o0 L( KI love to live with Edmontonchina Community.5 }$ t8 A7 I% Y' ]! u, V
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原文在此:
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2 X4 M ?+ }! y1 y( T' U" cThe Layers- e/ r7 s2 w# n8 A3 o& `
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I have walked through many lives, ; u w4 C: o0 w: E" c4 V' }& a& l
some of them my own,
( I8 H! i3 G4 p3 X' _" |and I am not who I was,
. k9 S- b7 B. m( x3 L8 a) _& o3 O; Vthough some principle of being % H9 G0 C. y9 b" Q- G) g% J3 v! @
abides, from which I struggle $ c! c/ V8 j* O2 v/ x
not to stray. " B: ~2 p' ?* m6 A! ^& F
When I look behind, # _' s" Y0 o: p) s. T
as I am compelled to look # k) l) ]8 `- @ T$ X! z
before I can gather strength
4 Q7 B& ]% d! Sto proceed on my journey,
8 z+ x5 l/ Z- ^' ]& z" }I see the milestones dwindling
% f+ V+ Q$ M: K1 J/ c6 stoward the horizon " c- v- r! }6 e
and the slow fires trailing 9 n4 d# d. f6 \/ [5 i4 g
from the abandoned camp-sites, # }9 M4 _3 b4 l! Z1 \% I
over which scavenger angels
/ h/ h1 h4 E: _2 M1 pwheel on heavy wings.
1 t$ d% J. t7 f. ZOh, I have made myself a tribe
& D7 l! k- [& E0 s I2 U# zout of my true affections, ; N- w* ?) D2 N% g( [9 R, O' D) a/ i
and my tribe is scattered! ( F) q* j2 S' t! G7 D
How shall the heart be reconciled $ R& b! c. C. q3 w
to its feast of losses?
; `% V4 \0 }' _" NIn a rising wind
( v0 m, N" b9 }; tthe manic dust of my friends, ( y, w+ a$ [. S. W
those who fell along the way,
" k$ D' y) H8 a+ Vbitterly stings my face.
4 o% }- O9 R9 w: l1 DYet I turn, I turn,
! S: @7 Z* V; U4 B* hexulting somewhat,
: F) w8 X& b" h+ g* @3 J1 \3 a: Hwith my will intact to go 5 i; R' s2 [' i* x: w9 I
whereever I need to go, 1 A9 d5 C" n) t, n+ U2 B+ J) S. E( Y
and every stone on the road
$ i# o- O9 l. Z7 W% i) j" q; }precious to me.
# Z3 J! G4 g3 F" ?& aIn my darkest night, 4 [: z$ }1 a* Z% y# V4 m: y
when the moon was covered
6 S L# {. k+ z: r; s1 q! Dand I roamed through wreckage, ! e- u' k# O, G" h: G3 U
a nimbus-clouded voice
% E( ^3 M8 T6 k2 rdirected me: 1 C' |; \1 J$ {# D' i6 V0 x5 v* H2 e
"Live in the layers,
7 I$ J5 r% J7 s3 @& G) inot on the litter."
6 C4 q& w' Z) a% H- ]9 LThough I lack the art
3 F1 p1 _) r( eto decipher it, " p* u8 c' y% E: {. M
no doubt the next chapter
7 Z1 b5 y6 C6 h8 Rin my book of transformations : `, r+ F: k" U; ~
is already written. % I! V$ g2 O) X* s) e6 T
I am not done with my changes.' t2 }4 ^7 S5 J7 g$ y% L
—Stanley Kunitz
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