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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。! {1 P. O( Z1 {' 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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, K+ S; h# H% B& A The layers
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$ h: n ` n) x+ | s2 lI have walked through many websites,
* t# O- v0 d4 Gsome of them I like,2 z8 T9 j) C! Z) ~
and some of them I do not like., a0 K( e2 h) X* k0 p
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
8 A! T5 G C9 w( n3 n" `. Xout of his true affections.% ?% v4 O, C7 C- Z1 c9 n
I go, I go1 L7 I ^0 ?+ M1 i U( L
exulting somewhat,
+ M* I) `! }/ a$ j3 {4 y. s. J4 qwith my will intact to go. S) Y ~3 e9 }( c- v
wherever I need to go,
. m4 V' S/ M! s1 W! ^and every post on the Edmontonchina Community 3 i( V+ Z0 o+ w& M; @
Precious to me.
' ?" K: k; C5 u% M5 ?8 JIn my darkest night,
. I G% L" A# A3 I! h. J, Mwhen the moon was covered/ z* z; i" ~8 j" i$ b- Q, Y% B
and I roamed through websites,7 w7 Q' ]" W2 T: t$ E) t3 G0 c
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
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& E& r0 q" p5 ULive in the layers4 \ C! `2 J- F" N) r' w3 B4 W% r* ?$ P
not on the litter.5 o; U l( Z' M) Z* x( ?
Though I lack the art
9 I: U- A3 l- mto decipher it,
. j1 ? @4 ^+ u* @no doubt the next chaper0 D8 J5 H) _4 z! B( u* v3 H
in my book of transformations
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( q# Q1 J; _; o6 m! S' b$ [I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.2 v* ^: f% n: \, ?0 @3 B, @
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原文在此:$ f2 S; J2 i8 c) r+ k
& m# K+ \2 @& ^$ [4 ]The Layers3 |3 v: \; O% J' W: U0 [
" M# \- S/ G* L3 K3 [- tI have walked through many lives, f1 w( Q% G6 j8 U' z
some of them my own, . L6 A0 T( p0 V& w }- t
and I am not who I was, . k6 Q: E) [6 K- k7 z4 e
though some principle of being & z. R- H b: X6 u" W$ O% C, g4 I
abides, from which I struggle ( n' ^3 i8 @5 D% k% P
not to stray.
A5 j. J# R# C" t- L; xWhen I look behind, . h3 t. x W+ z) t, n6 m6 T6 o
as I am compelled to look 1 r, M& q# N" u
before I can gather strength , p9 \. P/ N3 W& U* N+ x
to proceed on my journey, 8 |6 f' Q' i, s) ~. t5 p% Y
I see the milestones dwindling " v! j9 L2 K4 s- ]- k, R: K+ I- q
toward the horizon
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8 n' z3 M1 t, A# A3 ^8 dfrom the abandoned camp-sites,
a L& m5 P7 l0 }" l4 E/ |2 `over which scavenger angels
% t& v5 K5 z0 Rwheel on heavy wings. ' X( ?3 K0 i5 M5 {. Q3 Z6 @7 r& ]
Oh, I have made myself a tribe % J: k W, A, g4 z8 w2 R. p
out of my true affections, * p9 V, y3 s2 n4 O5 Z4 E
and my tribe is scattered! $ Q8 F, X: P8 a$ c
How shall the heart be reconciled ( M* P' U$ b7 m4 c* s/ K
to its feast of losses?
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the manic dust of my friends,
: [4 l) } o6 L7 o7 B( P7 lthose who fell along the way,
; u0 W& O# M1 Y1 s" U" Mbitterly stings my face.
) g, h; i" t; x/ }Yet I turn, I turn,
1 F7 P2 B/ H& f1 |4 a$ H: ^exulting somewhat,
8 P" y8 a1 F' k( }with my will intact to go & W( P: b! E7 \9 [
whereever I need to go, , d+ |' W: i# {7 w; g
and every stone on the road
1 W& }/ t; J5 Wprecious to me. ) N) [& W0 E( N, d( |8 _: G' Y
In my darkest night, 1 f& ~ q& ?* s* h5 ?
when the moon was covered 6 Y Z. w3 q8 n: Z6 a- S5 q ^
and I roamed through wreckage,
8 a, U$ c. N3 R9 Oa nimbus-clouded voice
3 t6 f ?) j- o% \directed me:
' }* p: `4 w0 v/ c( C/ n2 s. I7 J"Live in the layers,
3 C3 f4 M h3 [0 Enot on the litter." ) X& D7 K% C& E& T" C; p5 [: T
Though I lack the art
. ?9 {( J7 r; k" c' yto decipher it, 3 e$ n( Y, A( K7 S6 W$ }( M
no doubt the next chapter 1 b6 s9 p. _6 {! v$ K, C! Q# c* a. X
in my book of transformations
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I am not done with my changes.
& M# k- }- p; ?; N; L. z+ h2 O—Stanley Kunitz2 W6 f0 A( |1 ^: T2 @
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