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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。5 Z% R3 ]) ]+ ^ X) f
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 Kunitz0 g% Q7 h- m: \. {; m* {# F
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The layers7 w/ B; N2 `7 j, e/ S5 v$ L
( T1 l1 R2 L6 i }2 r! z: II have walked through many websites,/ S2 V* K; }& x
some of them I like,
! C5 j$ }* N) H6 q# q) Cand some of them I do not like.
; N) }, R6 o3 M9 W. KOh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
' O! x1 }2 r' p: nout of his true affections.
* i& ^/ l1 M3 tI go, I go
, A' O# {) E" x4 {: P0 P) h; Cexulting somewhat,
6 z5 ]& |. [+ Fwith my will intact to go8 V4 T) }+ y, f4 S2 K9 _
wherever I need to go,
0 q7 U" q# [# t- W1 r: _and every post on the Edmontonchina Community 7 d* ]- [- }$ p$ E% V* L
Precious to me.: U* T4 e+ e( M# D: X
In my darkest night,
) I% X' S2 L5 \/ qwhen the moon was covered: E$ Y. ]3 E! y3 j. S0 ?
and I roamed through websites,; j, }: x7 J2 [1 O+ x5 x. v
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice : A) B% X1 j6 q/ p
directed me:
- L. ^& n+ ]6 \2 W3 O" x6 [Live in the layers
# [9 c% a3 f [+ E( Y- I1 @( Knot on the litter.' N0 r/ ~0 ] H5 \3 r/ ^
Though I lack the art
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6 u5 f# r% K4 x- W/ U6 D9 Cno doubt the next chaper
. c+ U, q/ Q6 M3 ?in my book of transformations
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I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.5 ]+ ?0 c+ }. o5 M8 M2 L4 U
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原文在此:! i- ^, O& U5 x4 U
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The Layers
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I have walked through many lives, # c- A8 U# C* U+ r6 W
some of them my own, - M# l2 i1 e4 U' r" U R0 p* C7 e
and I am not who I was, 0 n6 {. ?2 E7 o! m
though some principle of being
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! [ _" ^& r! C9 }not to stray. + U" u) Y) \% _% u' g# F4 O4 ~9 t
When I look behind,
; i9 Q# v( N6 d4 F& Mas I am compelled to look ! ^/ a( [! |3 V. [7 m2 O! c
before I can gather strength
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I see the milestones dwindling 0 X8 X; J5 D# W: N0 Y
toward the horizon . F" n: n; i! Z5 g4 S9 v ^; w
and the slow fires trailing
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over which scavenger angels
4 F/ N) a( Y4 e# F8 }wheel on heavy wings. ; W9 y; _. Y7 E _% N. h
Oh, I have made myself a tribe " f- e0 U8 K/ ^. l( ~0 o( b `
out of my true affections,
7 d3 _; {% L* z+ w. \+ Cand my tribe is scattered! 3 R, A+ j6 @% J, K ]. H
How shall the heart be reconciled / }6 l2 k( E) R( [
to its feast of losses?
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the manic dust of my friends, / w" v* I( \9 A
those who fell along the way, : e" W/ {3 y0 w
bitterly stings my face. 1 c' q' A; H% B4 }8 L" Y
Yet I turn, I turn, # [5 U( E( A+ f
exulting somewhat, 7 s/ o" u, L- T+ d
with my will intact to go ; {8 c/ [: f/ u. D
whereever I need to go,
I( R7 e1 m5 P0 Eand every stone on the road
! Q/ f. w0 Q7 p- jprecious to me. # O* R+ m2 i! J6 T4 i
In my darkest night,
4 t" T% H* H% z; f- hwhen the moon was covered
' g( O7 j; e4 B# A' qand I roamed through wreckage, 1 K" o- y/ W! a# C5 I! \
a nimbus-clouded voice % |. e8 E; y" K7 j1 ?! ~1 {
directed me: 8 {$ d. u* n' g) s7 g
"Live in the layers, ' ~6 u; D" b$ d6 k
not on the litter."
3 f1 ]6 v: _6 j$ G, _Though I lack the art {8 K1 d5 _4 s! l. U! H
to decipher it, ! B- Z& X. h7 x- }8 U3 N
no doubt the next chapter ; t: |( v5 {8 o2 s" c5 a
in my book of transformations 8 }7 ]! T( N7 @7 c$ f$ c9 |
is already written. : ~. C4 @" L% e% H' @, u
I am not done with my changes.
( }8 K9 m9 s7 p" O5 n B—Stanley Kunitz
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