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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。9 |% G* D7 a/ N
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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The layers _! B0 c' @) V8 M
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I have walked through many websites,
. ^7 C* J; R$ }3 Fsome of them I like,9 d: {" d1 w: F5 j
and some of them I do not like.* y$ u2 F! f6 R+ E
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
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I go, I go4 O# f6 W& {% T# {/ M
exulting somewhat,
% q$ Z/ L+ V% J% i- ?with my will intact to go
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and every post on the Edmontonchina Community
/ u! [2 e" G/ _/ r0 tPrecious to me.
$ X$ r+ {4 ?1 o# j5 VIn my darkest night,
9 Z- b) |8 Q/ c S! b- Iwhen the moon was covered4 `: M9 ^' Z6 w; {/ r* d. f
and I roamed through websites,' l0 f. h1 N2 d) M6 F7 j
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
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1 e+ |/ R8 |3 o3 mLive in the layers
+ w: v% g" Y1 S1 snot on the litter.
4 e( y. Z$ `4 X+ sThough I lack the art 0 r8 G4 c- n1 T. P) {
to decipher it,
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in my book of transformations
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I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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原文在此:
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The Layers0 \: q: G+ O9 p4 P6 }2 L' j$ ^
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I have walked through many lives, 3 }4 t: r ]) [: C _$ X+ n
some of them my own,
2 z2 d1 c! U9 v6 Z& @and I am not who I was, " D3 f/ x0 A% F" M# e3 \
though some principle of being ' }# z7 ?+ E% ]9 n
abides, from which I struggle
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When I look behind,
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before I can gather strength
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I see the milestones dwindling * Q: n8 L! S! [+ O$ k+ G
toward the horizon 1 t3 r* h' G% O% @
and the slow fires trailing
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over which scavenger angels * g1 N1 z; e4 O. H. N+ ~
wheel on heavy wings.
2 I4 S) P, I4 k8 Z3 zOh, I have made myself a tribe
; f% ?! ?! o- _. ]5 s$ f8 qout of my true affections, 4 p$ `, n6 L5 T5 K9 O: t
and my tribe is scattered! / V' Z' I: d" U4 m9 B
How shall the heart be reconciled ! w$ z, p' x5 ]/ ]* H3 c
to its feast of losses?
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- ]+ {+ w! T' lthe manic dust of my friends,
+ {+ R$ `) i' r! U5 F% Hthose who fell along the way, ; V& ?1 b0 I6 R+ ]3 a: P) I/ I
bitterly stings my face.
, @' K4 f# v& Z" w% y6 B! g$ QYet I turn, I turn, ; T7 w1 H4 S8 G) r5 G; T" w
exulting somewhat, # [+ P' ~+ F3 s
with my will intact to go 2 N( b7 @8 ?- q3 } g8 E7 Z
whereever I need to go, , X+ ~2 c4 o3 y/ \# [, c6 ^
and every stone on the road 2 _" Z9 l6 C! G; p2 p8 {
precious to me.
4 ?* n0 n' v9 `8 @& ^8 qIn my darkest night,
! I: g5 \; }+ x* S' {when the moon was covered
. W' ^" C' V \2 V( Yand I roamed through wreckage, ( R9 \' h+ m& ~7 p: e8 W
a nimbus-clouded voice
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. {( P/ d4 X# ]; T. F"Live in the layers, + S3 F' m' J5 K2 X/ ], n
not on the litter." , J! c' z4 O* ~! `; L5 |, v
Though I lack the art
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no doubt the next chapter
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is already written. - S' l" u* f* Y" d$ v$ h0 q
I am not done with my changes.
# u U; J. `& m, o8 ~+ l—Stanley Kunitz
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