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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
8 ?' E5 } C3 ]4 b4 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" U5 p6 t$ M. X4 h
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- f% j, q- N, m3 d/ [2 r+ a The layers8 k6 K3 p, b* I4 j5 _$ v: e
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I have walked through many websites,
8 H3 M& F4 ?6 i( Q1 Usome of them I like,1 t7 L# u. U+ G5 r( t& m
and some of them I do not like.
( \+ @7 X6 T: P6 h4 `' FOh, Lao Yang have made a tribe! V! E4 _( @8 U) k; K
out of his true affections.. [ C+ H5 o7 Z' m7 U. j6 ~, L% q
I go, I go/ W" c7 l( u" z/ I
exulting somewhat,
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- H$ f$ u, s9 v" W( n; q6 v" kwherever I need to go,8 M% a/ c5 s, |' X: a
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community
* h- K3 i5 \1 B- v2 sPrecious to me.
& a3 h/ o8 d, vIn my darkest night,
, l. j3 {& `3 Pwhen the moon was covered* ^+ Y9 q8 h6 }; B
and I roamed through websites,* E+ G/ O+ b3 P* X' @1 E$ P3 w( b
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice A9 o9 L1 k9 ^2 y v# b
directed me:
* H( c! R! u6 iLive in the layers( Q r3 c3 a* \0 @
not on the litter.
- S+ Y( @+ b7 J1 I) G: K# dThough I lack the art
& Q( v# Y( G Y* C" ?' l! W' U9 sto decipher it,! U5 j8 T1 {+ t9 K0 h
no doubt the next chaper
9 v/ Q% w8 C7 |9 D5 D4 g6 uin my book of transformations
' {. J' v% u& m: S- k8 t) f% q: Mis already written.
1 d& l* p" D4 q0 k" A+ A$ Y7 U+ kI love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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. S# ~* w9 V- c$ }1 u5 G. Q原文在此:
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The Layers
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1 L* j# Q" w" ?% }I have walked through many lives,
9 Q; _! D4 K X; `some of them my own,
- l+ V# F9 e7 Y" u& Wand I am not who I was, 0 t7 B) v' z! l
though some principle of being
) K8 M2 S- d. Dabides, from which I struggle
$ b$ [' e) `# [7 `+ b/ Jnot to stray. ; E, u2 `/ C- c5 F
When I look behind, & K6 D& E" s/ l Q- ~
as I am compelled to look
; I/ s0 s8 `7 Rbefore I can gather strength 8 C. v. J1 @& d/ V; @- `9 C" M
to proceed on my journey,
- w; Z* m+ f: ~: V* _, r) Y8 T0 h% ^I see the milestones dwindling \$ E! O3 }% q4 Z2 p y+ d
toward the horizon
6 T- G. q* Z& b. J0 B) w1 a# zand the slow fires trailing
: E) B% y$ k& U8 zfrom the abandoned camp-sites,
0 ]# }7 O, n# N3 L$ r# U8 Hover which scavenger angels
, ^, A2 \( Q- `: U3 E& twheel on heavy wings.
4 m1 P5 K/ I7 n1 q5 O7 DOh, I have made myself a tribe 1 I/ n, C4 p9 B- c( R
out of my true affections, 2 D, j( n1 x2 {& v4 n
and my tribe is scattered! 1 y+ a! K1 D% V. w6 G7 y
How shall the heart be reconciled
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In a rising wind
$ g8 J# S0 I! A* A2 Zthe manic dust of my friends,
i+ B% d0 W( {( Cthose who fell along the way, 8 N) G) X5 P- _
bitterly stings my face.
" g5 b- H0 X, lYet I turn, I turn, ) E& @7 i0 R9 ?1 u8 w
exulting somewhat,
2 u! E \, ^9 {& \3 H& }8 rwith my will intact to go
% \0 P$ r2 H6 awhereever I need to go,
4 R. j. N5 W$ `3 _- c0 Land every stone on the road
# C; v0 B, T, |2 _2 {precious to me.
( P9 q* @; ^. {$ a1 r( dIn my darkest night, ! ^* Q1 M. B7 r8 W6 i
when the moon was covered
1 B$ |, B9 L& o5 J) Fand I roamed through wreckage,
' }5 M$ y/ V# N! m0 P' Ia nimbus-clouded voice + V4 r# V" p# K0 i c, E
directed me: ! [$ l$ D' J: i- l0 a2 i" b
"Live in the layers,
$ v( m# W" I, g$ cnot on the litter."
4 t6 I, f& i" K9 M& ^0 D9 RThough I lack the art
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: \ Q0 c9 x% T6 n" N, `8 C: h. ono doubt the next chapter $ H/ y1 d4 t7 @, C) a5 n. k1 w. V
in my book of transformations
, `$ p- @- [, ]! P: V0 H! y1 his already written.
; R7 K* o3 F8 r6 D, |8 dI am not done with my changes.
6 Q/ n/ z, C6 z( @) ~4 t—Stanley Kunitz: U9 B1 e" @8 e6 I
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