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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。- M. x2 P7 @ D1 c1 Z
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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5 N' h8 U- p K/ w The layers
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9 F2 I8 G# Z8 eI have walked through many websites,
; Q$ V+ Y0 d* ?& x" isome of them I like,9 E, _, E6 q; X0 J- P j! Q$ F; U
and some of them I do not like.5 r/ a. E- |! ?2 B$ S
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
0 Q6 [2 N4 p- z: `/ \out of his true affections.
' D+ k$ w- |% XI go, I go) ?! h' [' V! ^, |8 s: ^
exulting somewhat, 4 a x+ X) D6 d8 s$ [, M/ C: g# j
with my will intact to go
; p# }' V! r9 g7 bwherever I need to go,0 b( i r9 Z% D, ~, x
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community
7 f0 j$ M0 Y6 V% lPrecious to me.
, h% @+ E1 y2 W# tIn my darkest night,
! N$ z, a1 K8 _9 t) G# \5 T$ mwhen the moon was covered
0 R: j. \ i2 g6 ]* U! H; s5 rand I roamed through websites,) `! z. N* N7 b* _
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice + f* v! Z f% P1 e& v" l) {0 M
directed me:) b. e( a) o( N! T# t
Live in the layers6 p+ b, q" \7 w( \) G
not on the litter.
( |, d7 B) B* G! D* {" k3 uThough I lack the art ' M0 j, V1 X. E% ~. d7 R- O
to decipher it,
+ }' [5 k8 D, J, y' M3 @% y* ~no doubt the next chaper2 x8 K+ \4 H5 l/ l
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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/ d* ~9 K6 k# w' o# KThe Layers) z) X5 O; D& K$ P; m
/ \9 E9 x6 Q8 k# n2 m; sI have walked through many lives,
1 \2 g6 x7 |( x5 G" L1 Tsome of them my own, + j, o& p2 ^( K# S* \+ ?- `. Q
and I am not who I was, & U) x: L3 w, B( q$ o+ W
though some principle of being
; N( a% M/ F* [& n4 y; P* Eabides, from which I struggle
( ^. `" i( t: t' v; Q" Inot to stray. ! q* ?0 L$ O! Q; \0 m
When I look behind, 7 F# x) Y9 B g0 A" A6 u
as I am compelled to look
5 D* e$ j A' q. Xbefore I can gather strength
6 E! f4 ]+ ~% r. m2 H2 f, Y3 Mto proceed on my journey, & j' u/ W5 z0 n1 j' m6 U
I see the milestones dwindling - S( S+ [' R4 B$ k7 F
toward the horizon 3 a$ @2 s2 f- M. p1 p+ \
and the slow fires trailing
& c6 U) Y! b" J# j+ s7 Y3 Cfrom the abandoned camp-sites, 8 D4 o/ \: |2 l4 J* B
over which scavenger angels 8 m7 D7 ~+ L6 o( _) M3 {, x$ r
wheel on heavy wings. ( Z+ s, h; ?- _" [8 D% f
Oh, I have made myself a tribe
' w5 j% E0 \( ]! K! n$ R& J/ A$ eout of my true affections, 6 h, q- y9 |3 F5 L) t6 S/ H1 i
and my tribe is scattered!
" p3 k/ q% G& z6 h$ J9 yHow shall the heart be reconciled
% i# O1 Q6 z: J" w( e. Vto its feast of losses? & O" B$ _# L, Q/ n9 Y+ S# t
In a rising wind
; {: @& t* [4 Jthe manic dust of my friends,
( t* d0 m% ^" k2 wthose who fell along the way, # d8 C- y J) x" f4 {) ~
bitterly stings my face.
4 n) W0 l, r( A4 I$ a- T: A5 qYet I turn, I turn,
& e' Q+ K6 L6 |5 b+ f7 U5 D! Yexulting somewhat,
1 @7 O! O: k, `7 gwith my will intact to go
! s6 Q n& v, ?" u4 F- z3 ^7 D) f9 twhereever I need to go,
4 }) V- [# W! A3 G1 Dand every stone on the road
, p3 y& B0 Q) ]3 A* B8 Yprecious to me.
. ?) T1 U Z, uIn my darkest night,
% H& _& }" i& x6 H2 Fwhen the moon was covered
0 k+ e0 V6 c- K9 Dand I roamed through wreckage,
/ n' [0 T' v7 J' [* [# Ka nimbus-clouded voice
8 [! [& Z8 B+ _; _directed me: . b" |$ J5 ]8 V, _ e! m! c
"Live in the layers,
. \0 ^& O/ j! Z' }not on the litter." 6 c" l2 ]9 Q6 T0 C
Though I lack the art
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no doubt the next chapter A2 i$ d. x/ H- A, q" t8 H
in my book of transformations
\5 \5 @- s7 l* J/ Vis already written. i5 x! d3 p' _
I am not done with my changes.$ \( Y- {9 h' u- f$ }7 K
—Stanley Kunitz" f) ~" \' H; H% W
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