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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。0 r" ?/ X' [4 R% C6 y/ p- V( p# ]
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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- Y0 _7 G/ n/ O8 p8 X( {5 V The layers
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* f5 A& m+ Y# _I have walked through many websites,# q" r$ w" O( ^
some of them I like,
3 E. R7 Q* P3 D' ~and some of them I do not like.
# S9 n. x; i' u! E% M: NOh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
4 _. X6 s& j7 l! x. w/ V. f8 \5 zout of his true affections.4 [! J0 Q! ~: o# ]4 l8 z
I go, I go
" m- O, x9 i s& Rexulting somewhat, 1 B+ p" G! Q& V! M
with my will intact to go
# l1 ^1 y1 D4 W$ N2 d6 ?# H! Ywherever I need to go,/ G8 w1 }0 @2 @0 O+ ^
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community . n# h, N% S& E6 C* y
Precious to me.
8 k$ i1 l" M* P9 |0 PIn my darkest night, " L0 ]1 B8 N5 V3 N3 {1 e) N6 F
when the moon was covered
: |6 e- u/ {) A/ U0 @) Aand I roamed through websites,8 B& i% v9 q q5 x' M1 e
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice % [8 R) g0 h$ w
directed me:
3 ?7 Y% M( @& [# T+ NLive in the layers! u, J8 O4 `: [5 {$ I5 O; ]6 ?3 I
not on the litter.& i. b8 r" e9 D- G" N
Though I lack the art , C+ P- j' W& X" B+ A
to decipher it,
% ?: z9 k+ r# [1 w* `no doubt the next chaper9 n5 ` W/ Y% z, S
in my book of transformations
# t% s' N( y( m8 k. B e' |is already written.
: j" x1 c3 u2 N4 H' \, b) iI love to live with Edmontonchina Community.) |9 a' v; I0 s7 u `% J
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原文在此:
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The Layers
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I have walked through many lives,
# ?( a% Y& j/ Qsome of them my own,
6 G4 z2 c' G( Q7 V+ C4 a1 |2 k) q# nand I am not who I was,
$ u' v- Y7 k/ `! q% Zthough some principle of being
' @* m. s$ F _0 }5 Pabides, from which I struggle
: t- A% d# O* y1 |) `not to stray.
7 N4 s9 Q8 k7 j. p6 G7 M1 K/ RWhen I look behind, 1 r1 V3 [/ i. ^% g/ ?9 _
as I am compelled to look . @& d6 B% w$ C" `# Q& S! S
before I can gather strength 9 [- r- ~6 P$ o' w* K& \2 G* a
to proceed on my journey,
7 ?2 c* S, z5 p# P+ `$ k) y: dI see the milestones dwindling 7 `. Z! _0 \6 M- m2 \0 M
toward the horizon
5 }- x' c: `2 v' H l9 V" ?; Xand the slow fires trailing
8 ]' H6 `' h) c/ ^5 Ifrom the abandoned camp-sites, 4 }$ s2 w* j- D" q
over which scavenger angels : x; d5 R+ k7 `" o% A
wheel on heavy wings. 0 Q, |4 g+ t& @- }' }# z
Oh, I have made myself a tribe + @- _( m6 n+ O, T' ?% D
out of my true affections, ! _/ a* A; r+ B+ x: T, y; m S
and my tribe is scattered! ) r; ~* U, r/ B( T8 @7 \
How shall the heart be reconciled
3 g3 ~3 E; F; ?+ `" `! K; Q( V. ito its feast of losses? 9 k" h* Q" k' H3 v2 E+ B
In a rising wind
* ]7 n6 C8 ?; S- {8 l" |* c$ Lthe manic dust of my friends, & K/ K6 Z% d& m4 P- I
those who fell along the way,
7 f+ j7 j- d0 I) ubitterly stings my face. % `$ T/ V/ `7 l1 Z* i# z' r
Yet I turn, I turn,
5 B5 }* U0 p2 ~3 y* ?- bexulting somewhat, ( p# f: m) E3 c! }7 M
with my will intact to go
A3 e f. S2 `& [: Fwhereever I need to go,
; u- Y( ^% H I: a* fand every stone on the road r! T5 b I4 ]* K# x8 ]( J+ z
precious to me.
1 b9 G! Q9 \3 {0 d3 T( HIn my darkest night, $ [0 `5 \, r: ~0 b
when the moon was covered
6 |, D& Y( z6 R4 M3 n9 ^' w. t3 N6 land I roamed through wreckage, 6 J: J; _& q' ]" Q, z! T( r( t
a nimbus-clouded voice 3 T) O! J9 K' ~7 T
directed me:
7 w/ @) _2 }& @$ D"Live in the layers, , L( `5 r5 B& F7 C7 F) O# e7 L
not on the litter." , p5 Y3 A Y& Y' q/ _# q6 U+ B
Though I lack the art
2 b/ e" F4 s$ o/ J. X% Rto decipher it, # G' i% u- S7 \4 {6 e% U
no doubt the next chapter
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is already written.
) B# L% Z' m- F4 y2 \! q. UI am not done with my changes.
0 e- Z% K$ Y0 t \! ], a. C, D—Stanley Kunitz
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