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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。) d# k6 e6 w2 P$ 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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The layers
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I have walked through many websites,7 a$ u7 V0 M, g0 Y$ d% s9 E# j' Y
some of them I like,
6 s3 ?8 H ` S% ?0 V, l' `4 c# V M6 {and some of them I do not like.
( c+ B4 U% z m: N* |+ VOh, Lao Yang have made a tribe) D' `9 I. o2 [0 L0 P! P2 B
out of his true affections.
3 D/ {2 j% T& aI go, I go: `1 {0 k# U& z) R4 P3 I: c
exulting somewhat, # [5 i& d4 f* R+ r6 \
with my will intact to go
" w1 [7 E' s& ^3 bwherever I need to go,) P9 i7 k) p0 ^* h' f
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community
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% W$ ^9 K! x9 ]7 yIn my darkest night, 5 N4 s! [. A9 m# o" T8 ~2 L) _
when the moon was covered$ w0 `( @% p) E( g( W J( x% W
and I roamed through websites,
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Live in the layers
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Though I lack the art : f) i4 P: t _2 G. D
to decipher it,
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is already written.' T( r2 N. o% g
I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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1 Q& K9 ?- a, z原文在此:2 l. j1 {6 R8 G9 O2 g
) g$ ]" g4 @! tThe Layers. |4 J8 E8 b! }" s3 \
% E% X6 K0 U+ G4 T' o- A, A5 C! LI have walked through many lives, . t6 `' C5 [* f+ |! N, k3 w
some of them my own, / e, D8 F5 e0 @ m
and I am not who I was, / s! [* W5 t" p/ e; V+ i
though some principle of being / N/ K& I0 R* C- I% e7 S
abides, from which I struggle
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When I look behind,
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before I can gather strength
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I see the milestones dwindling & q0 A5 _4 j8 x+ [' l/ s2 w4 ` u0 e
toward the horizon 6 E5 l3 _) I# ?. m
and the slow fires trailing 0 @% f# W' Z. J6 S
from the abandoned camp-sites,
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' L7 y y1 t( LOh, I have made myself a tribe
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and my tribe is scattered!
" q" {+ m0 `1 k/ j/ Z; dHow shall the heart be reconciled ( R4 y. t; ~! \& d
to its feast of losses? . C) s; {! S# ?9 L1 ~+ B% O
In a rising wind 4 a; i# H- R2 c8 V. Y: g
the manic dust of my friends, 3 e3 j$ d* Y r& L
those who fell along the way,
" |7 Y) W4 X1 ?5 g5 N, y- Rbitterly stings my face. 7 A8 L* I" o# ]
Yet I turn, I turn,
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with my will intact to go
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, K. B9 I7 O# w% ?- e6 ]and every stone on the road
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In my darkest night,
! F. r" S; S* u/ C' \. P8 Rwhen the moon was covered
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a nimbus-clouded voice
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3 M* W- Z. \% K4 H% n"Live in the layers,
* C1 n; B5 U7 ]. G) v Vnot on the litter."
' l: L/ ~7 J3 q/ RThough I lack the art / _# r( \" \4 k# T1 @4 m7 c
to decipher it,
4 G9 z+ W% H0 Z! x; G2 vno doubt the next chapter 3 q% a+ v5 X& O7 @7 |
in my book of transformations 0 r+ p: m7 B- x0 l
is already written.
3 E; c2 a$ [& bI am not done with my changes.' m6 ]' @& y/ e, p/ J
—Stanley Kunitz
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