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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
' T2 f/ [+ [5 M3 |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! _" I) D4 F6 j' `9 _
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I have walked through many websites,
' [% P) F, q# w: Bsome of them I like,
1 E6 Q1 m/ A) z3 p0 t! Oand some of them I do not like.
; H5 g; C. s+ e+ F, _8 l- HOh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
! M. j$ ?- ^7 i6 t# L4 hout of his true affections.. [% S( _& s) l$ t
I go, I go
# P9 k+ s4 ^- x9 o, z9 Aexulting somewhat,
4 w8 v- s4 u% wwith my will intact to go
2 t" w: T# E$ h1 z6 q- Dwherever I need to go,: I8 `- b, p: g7 i( Z
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community - C# z; N- N( `6 I$ F( ]/ t, l0 q" V
Precious to me.) V3 P1 A' \/ W, `1 q" ~5 _. A
In my darkest night, & A- m) F0 b% q* D2 N$ c% j
when the moon was covered2 ?4 L4 n2 f8 j4 }$ k5 ~& u; v6 e
and I roamed through websites,
" L$ a& N. D4 P8 Ga nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
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1 H. S1 n9 N, X: S$ {; o eLive in the layers
# O# ]2 r% q y' nnot on the litter.
* I) j* @# G. JThough I lack the art
( G, r9 ~5 a6 i8 }7 oto decipher it,
; N; D ^7 p& b9 ino doubt the next chaper3 z4 N" S7 d5 n J) c6 ^" j+ z
in my book of transformations
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1 O" J/ z: @/ _, P/ LI love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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5 O+ \6 q6 Z. y: h原文在此:
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3 V3 S& y4 {: Y- w, f: yThe Layers
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I have walked through many lives, " |; _ f B5 v4 o) ]3 U- G
some of them my own,
% [' l1 u* T2 M; c5 Z- b. Z1 Hand I am not who I was, & A& F7 T2 D! V: J5 r
though some principle of being & ^' }5 F$ q/ r" {2 [4 j% D
abides, from which I struggle
( [! G( S5 s. }; q( D9 inot to stray. ' G& T3 h6 z! q6 r' g* d( t1 K: S
When I look behind, " H" s+ b8 h6 Q" Z! _
as I am compelled to look
+ P; l1 W0 A9 a6 sbefore I can gather strength
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! q K) ?2 \3 ~% X9 p4 ?I see the milestones dwindling
5 }* ^9 B+ a6 f$ q! atoward the horizon
# ~: j" P9 z! [. z5 Oand the slow fires trailing
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over which scavenger angels 4 C& d! V: g! `- j& ]' d3 E2 c' y
wheel on heavy wings. : b Y; S# `7 }8 c
Oh, I have made myself a tribe ; o- a& T) \" ~. f, [2 e
out of my true affections, 9 @" ?& z8 |8 i8 _8 x
and my tribe is scattered!
/ s# U+ i$ \) K* J7 A4 `& M) vHow shall the heart be reconciled " C( ~/ j2 E4 J! \- h
to its feast of losses? p* K8 H$ J& o: f% C. r
In a rising wind
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: u3 J8 U! i1 G% J4 K! Nthose who fell along the way, 1 s: W) z; ^! F) [2 p
bitterly stings my face. " z$ q4 j8 l6 ]) o4 b
Yet I turn, I turn,
: Q6 g; \+ |" U$ h/ m% P$ v6 cexulting somewhat,
5 s& H s" M- _with my will intact to go
J0 B; a+ Y$ D* b1 m Bwhereever I need to go,
8 q0 D: F0 T, l5 a# V$ C6 [and every stone on the road
4 R3 _% h0 n9 v' @0 M" ]+ pprecious to me. + [0 M% D& K6 T; m: J9 m
In my darkest night, ) i, V) v- R. h, M; `( w3 k( B
when the moon was covered
. L( J& f8 t# K: K! x$ [and I roamed through wreckage,
; `2 p5 b% X9 `3 Va nimbus-clouded voice
: u; k0 I8 C( p' udirected me:
" _7 N5 b4 W* K8 p' h7 E"Live in the layers, + r: H5 n: v3 [, e4 }
not on the litter." : ]/ w2 `; r6 q$ Z5 g2 s9 M8 ]
Though I lack the art
' e" Y- O6 O8 {0 uto decipher it,
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in my book of transformations
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I am not done with my changes.
3 e7 b. k" Q. F% ]—Stanley Kunitz
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