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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 G8 V& |2 C# _; g6 b. |
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+ I+ j! Z5 Y V6 O
) ?3 q3 ^1 Q4 d+ q& e0 p) [8 lI have walked through many websites,
1 ]8 v# u: G# @$ ssome of them I like,
; i9 @2 V0 q& yand some of them I do not like.
0 ?4 j& z' o2 o2 J% G) G5 i7 GOh, Lao Yang have made a tribe. _3 r; s& j5 q, a/ o- h9 r1 k
out of his true affections.
# T( H; Q, F+ b6 j3 v9 H, EI go, I go
1 O8 d; w/ U, W. ?! j4 U' ]$ l% oexulting somewhat, : n+ `6 y9 m; x; t2 A
with my will intact to go" N* P! q+ M% p$ S
wherever I need to go,
. a$ Q) B& G- Hand every post on the Edmontonchina Community
+ T3 K% u' Z8 Z5 |6 b$ EPrecious to me.+ x6 E/ j' K) V" b3 h$ O5 u* z' S
In my darkest night,
. `3 {! w% B; h: ~when the moon was covered
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3 M8 n1 o) J9 V! U% U$ r Z6 S* ea nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice 4 y; j- [% R' L# o: g7 h
directed me:/ C. q* H$ f/ P
Live in the layers: b" O# O: _5 t. {
not on the litter.
4 `0 g8 @! D# o9 k! O" QThough I lack the art R! O4 U, k0 F* d* m( L( x3 U
to decipher it,5 z" l; V; Z% ^+ z; k- q
no doubt the next chaper4 R, ]( k9 _* c; d5 ?$ x7 R# d
in my book of transformations
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, S% [ D r$ ^: Y4 V; m* r4 _I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.! _( {+ E& l, P6 \7 A6 O5 S! `
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The Layers: q1 ~ N2 E s% r8 f" `) ?
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I have walked through many lives, 9 G/ A& V6 { M. A7 w( p! r" H
some of them my own, # C2 P8 B1 y/ b
and I am not who I was,
0 \9 C* {# A ]though some principle of being
8 _% R0 R7 Z j$ V& D2 I! oabides, from which I struggle
8 l; U9 y2 P" [. N7 Q4 f" Bnot to stray. 8 F s: ~1 k0 K+ m
When I look behind,
- v9 }% o D$ ]5 R# }3 `as I am compelled to look
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to proceed on my journey, ! n' ?" G4 o. e/ H" j" T- i/ t
I see the milestones dwindling ' e( Z; }6 x/ S
toward the horizon ( C! D. ^) y8 I4 X" n+ s' a
and the slow fires trailing y$ P. [5 E; F5 a2 L6 C
from the abandoned camp-sites,
4 f6 \- k# B% k Lover which scavenger angels
' z2 Y1 N6 }0 S6 J! ^% K2 Twheel on heavy wings. 8 x8 W% e# O( K3 f) g% ]5 ]3 k
Oh, I have made myself a tribe $ e1 {; R0 o1 V* L7 J5 N5 x. h1 x1 q
out of my true affections, ( a! S5 ~8 [ ^; O7 c, C0 |
and my tribe is scattered!
. C/ t1 E# u4 ^$ o+ W6 f9 C# JHow shall the heart be reconciled 5 q, f& Q. i8 d3 f" \9 s' |1 l/ ?
to its feast of losses? 9 K! e- L( g9 N4 c$ N
In a rising wind * P8 Z2 _. W; e
the manic dust of my friends, ; R4 g Q2 x$ ^; P* |2 f2 E( ^
those who fell along the way,
# s) |: o: e; z4 Jbitterly stings my face. 3 g" }' m: h* S( j
Yet I turn, I turn, + |* W0 J, f) d. M" @, g8 ^
exulting somewhat,
$ H( ~2 E5 @1 ~: g4 G4 Pwith my will intact to go 0 p' w4 a8 \( V& a( |+ \) @
whereever I need to go,
0 A( H6 u5 c3 y3 d& L5 m1 H; J- |and every stone on the road ! \( h: K" s9 e6 X3 j( X" J
precious to me. ' p; i% i, O$ H# |9 |! ^$ p0 I1 D
In my darkest night, 7 P+ H: [! j; |9 G6 `" |
when the moon was covered 5 `, P* }% i" A
and I roamed through wreckage, 8 o$ r! |5 F+ B3 b( S0 Y
a nimbus-clouded voice
) J8 Y* V& ~9 J9 g# y7 n) }directed me:
/ B. W4 m6 ~* R( i- u. I# G- ~"Live in the layers,
. f7 y l# n/ Q, O- inot on the litter."
' x6 O2 w1 }) X( O. AThough I lack the art 1 o- J2 u. E7 E9 k- K
to decipher it, * k( \/ \: r4 G4 j( n8 z; G
no doubt the next chapter . v8 ]8 V$ ^$ A# l. @ I6 J' }
in my book of transformations
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I am not done with my changes.
/ \! A: p4 ]. S# O9 D—Stanley Kunitz
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