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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
1 j* K2 `8 t% K! [) l6 S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 Kunitz7 e4 N% P' w( e$ e5 v1 A- @; x
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The layers
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I have walked through many websites,) @: {& W5 s/ D/ Q3 `/ h0 r( v5 ]+ z8 F
some of them I like,
6 n( l; s; k( m; {and some of them I do not like.' C* I8 j# s6 _% F
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
7 d8 |3 s: y3 ^: T$ i8 `out of his true affections.
3 x$ O$ J% [' a4 l2 a) ]9 eI go, I go
V! v- e8 ^! `/ ]exulting somewhat, " G1 K, w! d3 f8 u
with my will intact to go& v( N/ Q+ Q6 `( `" W1 H
wherever I need to go,
' d( H2 B, W* l4 k9 |$ [' G+ ?and every post on the Edmontonchina Community - G: r2 H1 ]) ]; X5 x7 {7 p
Precious to me.
! o( [9 h6 p* c* R" h/ K: e, nIn my darkest night, 5 Z q" m; a4 B# e& @- J
when the moon was covered
. P8 R4 h) y8 p* d& N; o# Land I roamed through websites,
. r' P4 r. b" Z; j% H( H% \/ A7 W' _a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice . ?7 L2 T% y% P$ E# C" B( S
directed me:
$ I( R2 J0 I, D1 pLive in the layers5 n& M6 e( h% S) \3 e7 h, x
not on the litter.
" F/ M7 T/ _+ h# n* j7 dThough I lack the art , W i2 p4 }- a( J+ r
to decipher it,
k! O# V# J" p/ m R/ Mno doubt the next chaper
; g, c' q. C! H$ Zin my book of transformations
2 Q* r! d( B! S2 A$ s' z3 e A7 [is already written.5 L e! c% p% |4 W' K" W
I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.& ] B5 X& c) x6 Q9 r
" M( v5 B+ x( t `原文在此:/ K1 h- J6 ~% n! ^( I; i. k
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The Layers
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I have walked through many lives, 8 M" O$ s; u! G6 b8 n
some of them my own,
" k5 ~9 j. n7 j2 T: Rand I am not who I was, ' c* ?2 U: B8 f8 K' }# O% o
though some principle of being ' e* @ T3 i% \% K& G
abides, from which I struggle 9 Y* ?2 r+ N$ t* i/ G
not to stray.
% s) W8 }+ Z# N c, X/ }, R/ ]When I look behind, ; K9 ]" v2 D) _ j( t
as I am compelled to look
9 y2 C3 @+ V6 ?6 r9 x9 W, w( {before I can gather strength
4 F+ P# f5 `9 U1 }4 c5 ]7 {4 Fto proceed on my journey,
# a2 H* Y! k* q9 f5 ?# hI see the milestones dwindling
4 C! `8 Z- d4 H* X( C3 ~& ?toward the horizon
# G- ~: F; e) a! ?9 m. Y' Xand the slow fires trailing
% x3 X+ w: F$ O# r" m Z. o! U+ S* i2 Yfrom the abandoned camp-sites, " N' B; j& ?' f3 \
over which scavenger angels 0 N1 \+ o/ C: Z9 g7 B
wheel on heavy wings.
0 P n1 e6 E% N3 X# v4 e' ZOh, I have made myself a tribe
0 @' [5 N- r4 I2 D! | qout of my true affections, " ?& b" g/ ^1 Q2 w7 w
and my tribe is scattered!
) F J$ ]- q! m% ]5 `How shall the heart be reconciled ( C2 v, R. P5 Z
to its feast of losses?
/ r( V8 f) d9 R* u. ZIn a rising wind 4 \# F3 y* W& F# E3 T6 M
the manic dust of my friends, ( I# j( g$ N* i% h/ g* G
those who fell along the way, * J& e" v6 O; B/ b' b
bitterly stings my face.
" Y' n4 w( U E' v; U* TYet I turn, I turn,
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with my will intact to go
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and every stone on the road 0 b( ]& L/ X0 p; j3 ?; p$ y- J
precious to me.
/ w; |) l7 l5 A8 y6 u( \$ @In my darkest night,
, b5 }2 ?, Q9 V* {1 J; [when the moon was covered
& g$ P O5 M+ N6 I0 _; X/ qand I roamed through wreckage,
6 m4 k1 U8 f! g; I! b! ua nimbus-clouded voice 7 {5 _% D' k6 N
directed me: " G5 r2 c s3 P- O9 S$ G. n7 K
"Live in the layers,
' S! {) \% ^ o. o: @not on the litter."
* p( e7 g5 U6 \ AThough I lack the art + C: H0 z2 Y1 T
to decipher it, - y+ z: t5 B6 D9 \4 i
no doubt the next chapter $ I0 c$ h# u% m
in my book of transformations
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9 Q6 K% X( ^9 G2 O/ q1 H) D! [I am not done with my changes.$ N8 h7 W9 Y/ Q
—Stanley Kunitz; z5 |0 y$ T* q! v0 X+ G; e S
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