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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
2 g ~9 d1 N: z ]/ v. x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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$ N2 [* U, w5 F' K. |: N The layers' A' Y! u3 X( g: ~9 ^
1 b5 t; c: n7 o6 V3 II have walked through many websites, h+ g; L) n% P
some of them I like,
, c4 o) F z( F. D8 W! d8 T" T jand some of them I do not like.
+ ]" A+ z# j0 S0 TOh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
/ J G$ X6 |. B4 ` rout of his true affections.) z6 A) X8 l, h0 \
I go, I go5 `0 k7 B: e6 u( r% ?
exulting somewhat,
2 U, l6 m b4 ^ H! d( n4 ]4 Iwith my will intact to go+ [5 s) M9 @0 T+ j |4 t) v f
wherever I need to go,$ I5 P+ f c& Z8 |2 x
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community
. L0 x, V: e2 g: E2 }Precious to me.
, W: q% f. B1 l8 z- N* UIn my darkest night,
6 {: ~! u. ?3 m3 F! T4 H" Jwhen the moon was covered) [9 M9 w6 B$ s- j4 K% A- {3 h, c5 G3 N
and I roamed through websites,
: ]1 X7 ]& l$ ^a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
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Live in the layers
7 q* L5 F6 X- ?, R' Lnot on the litter.
. o6 k1 g V. M7 ?2 b" uThough I lack the art
: H$ g, r" ~( j( J7 t2 V: kto decipher it,: v9 D9 P6 W5 I5 F8 r8 k
no doubt the next chaper% _. x. s, ^$ d- G6 J$ w& i
in my book of transformations
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I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.# x' @5 S; i/ [; Y
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原文在此:
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The Layers
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I have walked through many lives, % ~. |9 {* D3 k+ l4 t
some of them my own, 6 f$ x( \0 E* c" O
and I am not who I was,
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abides, from which I struggle
/ G+ |: s+ m7 Inot to stray.
) W& E2 o0 ^3 l% T" YWhen I look behind, + t4 g" \0 Z1 e. a4 |+ l0 P( s9 e Q1 g
as I am compelled to look ( O: b. H9 j) G* q' c
before I can gather strength
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I see the milestones dwindling
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( w( c( O4 A. Sand the slow fires trailing
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5 y9 F+ a( V- }" F5 g: uover which scavenger angels
# ~( J; \* {2 {0 j' ?$ y- nwheel on heavy wings. 7 q' J8 {$ f4 q) J' Y4 W- _% i
Oh, I have made myself a tribe
# ?5 \ f: |, i+ Kout of my true affections,
& L% |# P: o- b: S# S4 Kand my tribe is scattered! 0 S5 G9 ~4 S# r9 [% m
How shall the heart be reconciled 9 f j- e/ u/ F5 e* `
to its feast of losses? ! |' `" j5 o" a- M4 [! R. b+ {! f+ P
In a rising wind # [& D# W H8 C! j/ b" J
the manic dust of my friends,
# ~! h+ z9 j" Tthose who fell along the way, 7 x. c' u2 n4 i1 B
bitterly stings my face. 2 C8 U7 {+ Z7 b( G* D
Yet I turn, I turn,
: M. {5 }9 }3 k* Hexulting somewhat,
. v8 M6 C" W l' Twith my will intact to go ! K7 i( Z: d" q* O5 q
whereever I need to go,
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precious to me. ! t0 J1 }$ r; z$ `8 k6 Z* h) l4 p- E
In my darkest night, I8 m* w6 T! C" p8 B7 h* [
when the moon was covered ) K7 E+ P0 F- z5 m/ w
and I roamed through wreckage, 1 [4 m. F! `; U2 i+ x/ m( I
a nimbus-clouded voice
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"Live in the layers, - H: [( U3 T+ p- z4 }/ D
not on the litter."
% z1 s4 W$ G" w1 s1 W3 gThough I lack the art % e4 w& Y$ w; u( X# e2 a* e
to decipher it,
8 z2 p1 A& W' k5 L0 Z; eno doubt the next chapter
9 Z3 \: c7 e4 \* P) Vin my book of transformations
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7 m1 o& H9 L: {; p2 i; Z' GI am not done with my changes.* c4 V2 n+ F9 Z" |; v9 x% D
—Stanley Kunitz3 B( h) }5 T2 x) z, ]
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