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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。6 ]) `0 l; ?4 Q" r, M7 M8 t( s" C
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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8 ^. [& Q5 K2 E9 h" Z The layers% E9 h) x& | m# P; N
9 M1 n- ~9 Q3 @/ ?5 J' xI have walked through many websites,
4 c2 `1 b0 w' V/ r/ Csome of them I like,
! B5 h3 M6 e+ k2 ?" Aand some of them I do not like.& G. u* K" U% I$ q& i% x1 i
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe5 E: ?; w8 i s# _
out of his true affections.
: k3 m+ Y9 B' @% hI go, I go
" ]. J' ^3 g6 E8 s1 _; f. X. Uexulting somewhat,
4 |$ P2 d1 y- j1 Z+ ^# ] pwith my will intact to go' \$ s/ {5 T2 G" l2 v6 ]" C' L
wherever I need to go,
7 m1 `1 T: ]4 n7 Q N4 band every post on the Edmontonchina Community 7 g6 D% t" b3 N! s' [, W# l7 a1 x
Precious to me.6 k* a9 e% N+ V+ @
In my darkest night, & h3 U0 H0 [1 A+ b$ q
when the moon was covered6 d; a% E% C9 }* k1 o3 m
and I roamed through websites,
; U" P# W. y2 o1 X- Ua nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
' k. ~; X3 T. Z2 H$ v/ udirected me:
: ]9 K- i5 W7 a9 L& iLive in the layers
" \$ ?7 Q4 d$ z! C' |not on the litter./ s' h7 _' g2 ~8 e* Q
Though I lack the art , e* ~/ d6 Y' J. Q" d
to decipher it,: O) l& U4 q* \5 N8 U8 d9 }
no doubt the next chaper
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I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.' @* L2 _, {: u! J
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原文在此:& I% [- Z1 s7 E/ Y% p8 G
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The Layers3 i$ x: U7 U& G: X1 _" T. n
( l$ R$ p. r, t, `+ W! rI have walked through many lives, - j$ O5 H3 y( B
some of them my own, 4 i8 E# Y1 b. f/ I [# g
and I am not who I was,
( P% o! ?( G2 _* i1 V1 fthough some principle of being
) _( ~* z' f/ k! ]& W9 ^5 U* T* Eabides, from which I struggle 3 {& j! C0 A# l* L" w# @/ c& D
not to stray.
& I3 x6 h" ~' D( SWhen I look behind,
) \$ S, C& S/ p. a3 Jas I am compelled to look 9 X" M, J- J+ U& ^! y$ H
before I can gather strength
, {: n( n t, I8 z& h$ Cto proceed on my journey, & e# J9 o3 m% D' t
I see the milestones dwindling ! d* d* Y& B5 E0 [! C7 }( f
toward the horizon
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; a" I# [! f% h' a4 D' c* zfrom the abandoned camp-sites, . c6 Z5 \5 r n* J& Z+ Y
over which scavenger angels
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Oh, I have made myself a tribe $ y6 z o, e/ \' ^, i1 K
out of my true affections,
* V+ a3 Z4 P2 C/ [and my tribe is scattered!
% ?# P3 y. D9 j* b) hHow shall the heart be reconciled B: x! V2 J& R7 F0 k
to its feast of losses?
+ K( p0 ^2 ], \3 W6 S( QIn a rising wind
1 V0 Y) D5 {/ ? N' H- Tthe manic dust of my friends, 5 r. C( G4 K0 V* u
those who fell along the way, ) ^5 ^/ y5 v( W7 S1 b
bitterly stings my face.
Y; j0 O Z0 @Yet I turn, I turn, / W1 d! A+ W& v/ ?' Y9 D6 \7 f
exulting somewhat,
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whereever I need to go, : f% }& u2 F$ |* n: B
and every stone on the road 5 T- }1 ~( ~$ o, i9 u A* L3 h5 o' l
precious to me. % g% Q6 |/ ?8 y" o; A" b
In my darkest night,
& a; S/ z6 j4 g$ `8 Q' Owhen the moon was covered 2 Y* c$ L) P e% p' l% ^
and I roamed through wreckage,
' j8 L- I7 Z: s. K1 |( N, ca nimbus-clouded voice 8 S4 H* I. S: A) O2 U
directed me: 2 C2 p3 V/ H, Z% c! `) O
"Live in the layers,
) ]& y5 o6 {, _9 f+ {not on the litter." 8 J( _1 z* C) ]5 d7 b$ {0 ]1 w
Though I lack the art ' r; Z- h! D0 X* o& L0 C, O
to decipher it,
9 l/ R8 R; C1 o1 @8 Ino doubt the next chapter % p2 M% M0 ~0 e' b+ B1 |, ~
in my book of transformations
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I am not done with my changes.
, v$ _' Y H# C b5 m# N—Stanley Kunitz ]5 o0 m: l) ^7 ^+ M8 O6 [
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