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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。! t: J* W9 c' \; j
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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2 y+ z: O6 W$ c+ GI have walked through many websites,
6 e+ f% b6 R* i' H1 [$ `* psome of them I like,6 ]" R7 T0 n; u4 b1 L" F9 y
and some of them I do not like.
5 c! F. m) P% y6 Z1 ?- N; q" p! N- nOh, Lao Yang have made a tribe* h/ m+ {1 `9 Y+ z# `
out of his true affections.
- [9 }, P: F* |) e$ TI go, I go
9 f$ T! z1 [& @* ^5 ^ aexulting somewhat, ! v+ Q& i# }: R
with my will intact to go
1 l& ~9 _! s3 iwherever I need to go,( y5 D5 Q0 l. P/ S* i
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community $ S/ X# l1 I0 W6 W; [" @
Precious to me.# V( T* N/ x9 J \* i
In my darkest night, ' N) o& T+ i+ f: k
when the moon was covered8 W& q! R6 ^ j, Y0 U, O
and I roamed through websites,. h8 Q M: u; b0 Y! w4 l# O2 Q
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice 3 v- a- o" N: U3 x2 S. ^
directed me:
! w1 n6 ]1 ~8 B! w1 _Live in the layers# Y9 [0 ^0 ?* f1 l
not on the litter.* T# l' R! M" L0 A% N# M+ i
Though I lack the art
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" j; S) g! w5 o; p. |no doubt the next chaper- t7 I% o4 m0 ]4 t5 x5 r
in my book of transformations/ C# q% x4 \1 e* Q/ c5 f0 x$ ]; D- f
is already written.
- ~( B* Q& b/ W$ r: w' v! M6 JI love to live with Edmontonchina Community.; o" w0 q. L8 \! T
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原文在此:
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The Layers
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I have walked through many lives,
8 s& P) Q M, s1 Asome of them my own,
) `) ~/ ]4 F7 N& \3 w! \" c$ zand I am not who I was,
O& O6 i- d& [/ O" Kthough some principle of being
7 J" p/ R% J4 F2 |+ oabides, from which I struggle ! O" L$ a. r% @' T: O' @4 X5 M
not to stray.
$ W) \ e, K0 a; z' _! UWhen I look behind, . i3 x2 _: j+ j% L8 e1 y0 p6 r W
as I am compelled to look $ B5 A) d/ e1 ~% Q/ C- C2 `
before I can gather strength ; F! d: u9 Y& C/ l1 J" b/ v
to proceed on my journey,
" s" J% t% n/ L0 ?# zI see the milestones dwindling
( ?0 W5 a8 M) l, b5 V7 r; Ztoward the horizon
9 L6 @$ \% H# U" Nand the slow fires trailing
8 O `, z3 M( Z, |, w+ p2 Hfrom the abandoned camp-sites,
# C% I" L2 ?6 v! \8 F: B9 U9 pover which scavenger angels . f6 L3 b/ p9 J& N& X# w
wheel on heavy wings.
9 J0 {) e0 }$ z2 c* M0 kOh, I have made myself a tribe , Q" n( J. O) }/ ], R
out of my true affections,
9 E- r) X# V/ v- r" r g$ s0 b) nand my tribe is scattered! 4 t4 K+ p# v5 B; Z2 Y
How shall the heart be reconciled
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the manic dust of my friends,
/ E* `7 y$ S6 lthose who fell along the way,
: O5 W' Q! N0 Z' ?7 g3 P- nbitterly stings my face.
# `3 N! ~) F) O, WYet I turn, I turn, " x: A' l' f# h- A: i, n0 W
exulting somewhat, % u+ z% u- I; a- c9 `
with my will intact to go 9 x8 _" T- S; h7 ^2 k2 c, s& f
whereever I need to go,
& p) v4 t$ [0 Oand every stone on the road
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& r. X# i1 u: H& @2 g& W2 PIn my darkest night,
+ d Q' W- x" Y( iwhen the moon was covered
I6 @* b% {; J; {- a1 z$ ?* L, N9 L/ dand I roamed through wreckage, 1 I' v! m" N3 ^7 c( l
a nimbus-clouded voice , t2 m L) l* B7 A" q
directed me:
4 {! I( Z% k" L* ~& ^3 E, X"Live in the layers, ' y, z8 _; i8 M& h l+ u% E7 r8 y
not on the litter."
" ^( M/ Z# X! g; KThough I lack the art
! \+ A* F1 J2 t! B7 lto decipher it,
% Y+ @$ C9 P! {no doubt the next chapter
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is already written.
3 {. D+ B) W; AI am not done with my changes.
+ C, e* L( Q& T—Stanley Kunitz( H! r/ r: [# x( Y& J" Z4 u2 H
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