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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。2 g) p x6 `9 j& `1 T
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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! Z& `/ S" j: I9 G3 o; x$ J- {! |3 l The layers
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; F9 [/ E& a! H* qI have walked through many websites,
$ n! `) t* u( r7 [7 Ysome of them I like,
/ G; Y8 ?9 V/ Dand some of them I do not like.) u' S9 @" K: c' v
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
4 ?9 n+ j' G; ]: J$ i9 ]+ K8 X0 s9 uout of his true affections.
) s9 ~' S/ Q8 y/ I& }2 II go, I go" G" d/ ^6 M" Z- q! _) g
exulting somewhat, ! C! t7 n+ \2 ^
with my will intact to go
^4 I) R% g$ A' m5 v7 J( l' xwherever I need to go,
9 m8 Q& {6 f& l J; l, ^and every post on the Edmontonchina Community
+ [4 p4 `2 `) B1 S( YPrecious to me.
! }0 f K, J' i. _$ e- ]7 W3 d" ^* tIn my darkest night,
, O1 y: x) g6 e7 Iwhen the moon was covered0 a' _8 O& ?- h' _
and I roamed through websites,
+ ^, t9 a. u" J$ I) E' b' |a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
* f& ^. n6 |6 Adirected me:
3 U q9 i# j4 x* HLive in the layers
' y \2 _3 {- H3 H5 z" S) Wnot on the litter.
* @7 e* O% W8 }* ^7 Y5 C ZThough I lack the art 7 r ?! R) m$ s& w
to decipher it,0 Y; \+ Q; q3 w3 O
no doubt the next chaper
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is already written.
* A- N: g" [0 uI love to live with Edmontonchina Community.: ?* A% ^' x! C1 H4 P
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The Layers
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7 ]9 u. ^+ Z$ R1 K3 d# w: Q! b* ?I have walked through many lives, y' `$ s- g8 w b+ ~+ Y6 y
some of them my own, % o. q0 v3 f4 |' H2 N
and I am not who I was, & S# X5 _* {0 Q, o
though some principle of being 9 ~3 c$ ?% u0 h) n/ m& W
abides, from which I struggle 0 M$ p X @6 E
not to stray.
9 ?3 s1 s% b/ k. ^/ p; i2 fWhen I look behind, + e, u/ R: L9 f3 Y
as I am compelled to look 5 f8 p* J+ Z$ x7 l. q
before I can gather strength
0 W; P; k/ }& U. Qto proceed on my journey,
+ Y: h8 |/ M/ [3 t0 Y7 X. ^% x% J* TI see the milestones dwindling
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and the slow fires trailing 3 | J( M# b7 u# X& D) L
from the abandoned camp-sites, 6 W0 O9 S, b3 G$ D' W
over which scavenger angels & {5 P2 M7 [5 Z. K; j& `
wheel on heavy wings. $ I2 u: j1 Z1 B; X. |$ ]! o
Oh, I have made myself a tribe 3 d+ R3 q6 s% Z& ]. V& e6 g/ ^1 A
out of my true affections, 6 U0 I$ V, T; l
and my tribe is scattered! . F0 b7 J( ]9 q4 L, B" N
How shall the heart be reconciled
+ p4 k# }! Q: Ito its feast of losses? 6 l. p6 V( @1 B) L. Q
In a rising wind E0 Z6 H }& C' I) b; {8 @
the manic dust of my friends,
( Z. M$ s* w+ ^! I0 u$ Xthose who fell along the way,
6 T5 p$ S, r: }0 J5 V" pbitterly stings my face.
7 Q: N" R$ [# ^7 wYet I turn, I turn,
1 z3 K; w! c; J8 g% w3 [exulting somewhat,
4 o) b/ ]7 `3 i# k! n8 O- \with my will intact to go
8 ~$ V0 U7 l: R, s; c8 L: H. jwhereever I need to go, ! X/ X6 H! w" }8 ~' f
and every stone on the road 9 j( ~ z- I/ O- h2 C
precious to me.
2 ^4 m* f3 ^1 e" ~: I9 RIn my darkest night,
6 K6 r' |: E5 {- ~6 Pwhen the moon was covered ' w n; P: F- T7 w' [
and I roamed through wreckage, ! i; y- h% ~ b* G9 Z
a nimbus-clouded voice
6 S' ?4 G8 ?# F3 B" Rdirected me: . G, U0 e- i! G1 N, G; v
"Live in the layers, 9 b( S) i1 E9 z* T& y) b4 Y) x
not on the litter."
& g( @# S8 Q2 N9 U, {" {Though I lack the art 6 D. ^+ I; d7 u* u Q) Z1 L0 b6 t
to decipher it, $ Y0 U! p! m- I
no doubt the next chapter 5 b: w2 n' I/ h2 C
in my book of transformations ) ^0 T0 r, I: a
is already written. ; {; {. h4 s3 p: @. s6 Z/ a
I am not done with my changes.
6 g" m3 H6 P1 {" T4 e—Stanley Kunitz' j1 B" B) B( ~6 \- P7 E3 C
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