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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
$ |3 y4 w# {# m4 w0 @/ ]2 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 Kunitz3 R) Z5 C* {7 Z3 I! A9 I
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The layers
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I have walked through many websites,
( o: k/ h, q1 m+ D2 V/ N1 g- Hsome of them I like,
4 k2 a8 ?. g9 o& Nand some of them I do not like.
/ x% F0 A2 L# B- MOh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
1 w' v5 x, o9 H) Mout of his true affections.4 E& Q# d8 _6 G. U9 S) e2 Y
I go, I go
) b" Y8 t' R8 [% Q' }% e9 R6 Pexulting somewhat, a/ ?! \) ]! L6 \- p* H$ t1 M5 \
with my will intact to go4 U% h0 u" C* B# @/ S
wherever I need to go,1 }4 M A. U) k! E' ~2 |% R0 z
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community
% h* r! [+ `' p3 g+ pPrecious to me.6 q+ A4 g5 Y6 b+ W5 m5 J
In my darkest night, " T8 s4 \- }0 z: l+ |
when the moon was covered
% u4 k" _# ^# l0 c6 Sand I roamed through websites,% Y4 t8 @# R& Z9 i- p* d% J% S
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice 7 L3 f4 w6 d' l
directed me:4 _# V: L0 P1 h$ z5 I4 [ _
Live in the layers
: a. d, v; C. u, K7 D6 @not on the litter.
- H$ S* J, D/ A1 y9 ]Though I lack the art
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no doubt the next chaper6 T( E9 g- _1 J0 n" a' @
in my book of transformations
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I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.& @" u8 T/ s: Z. c1 V/ f" S
3 B- m, q/ K7 i u2 L8 t2 [原文在此:
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The Layers i& ]- U. W- g. |8 B
$ U+ P! v& H. V+ cI have walked through many lives, / r! \: Z! N% q/ [! P2 }+ b
some of them my own,
9 }2 c8 V+ ?; mand I am not who I was,
$ k0 C f* a1 R E2 X4 ]- Xthough some principle of being
: w" Y! j) i( u) c4 `3 rabides, from which I struggle " U4 \( p4 {( t$ E& _1 }$ X8 k
not to stray. ! {. L7 K) {. E9 H; X: f9 S
When I look behind,
+ h$ X. K8 |& H* d0 `" o6 l: Tas I am compelled to look 8 p+ C: D( m1 w
before I can gather strength
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2 a; n& ?( T5 _( i, u7 KI see the milestones dwindling * J* `7 o' f! I( H
toward the horizon % j" C- |! Y# _( y
and the slow fires trailing 2 h1 [3 B W7 ]& O9 _* N
from the abandoned camp-sites,
/ I, M* A |; _& Y! Xover which scavenger angels 6 J7 q0 e+ F5 H+ }: L+ ]
wheel on heavy wings. 5 J3 F( |5 q# j8 h& Q7 X# w
Oh, I have made myself a tribe
4 s* `' M# z; ?! ?3 d; lout of my true affections, $ [2 D3 q3 r- z- L% i/ K5 P
and my tribe is scattered!
# U y- K6 J! g) \How shall the heart be reconciled
8 b9 T, J) p; }. `; x' x' ~3 Dto its feast of losses?
! ~ w- g% A5 Z& Q/ s4 N0 IIn a rising wind " Y) R! Y, ~% E" u
the manic dust of my friends, 1 I' k* c6 G) \4 r$ n8 Q- [( ?; m
those who fell along the way, : R1 ]' t4 j1 A
bitterly stings my face. . Q7 a) v) v* w" c& L# J
Yet I turn, I turn,
& f8 C/ n) F! ~# Mexulting somewhat,
4 K. w$ n f( A% v1 hwith my will intact to go
. q( a/ g/ B) r0 Y- Vwhereever I need to go, + h; R6 j1 V+ Q8 s+ c/ P
and every stone on the road
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In my darkest night, 7 l) r% I6 \" ?$ u! p4 A* K
when the moon was covered 2 S/ }9 v+ Q2 S3 n
and I roamed through wreckage, - N8 M; I: N: M, G% s @) R
a nimbus-clouded voice 0 v$ S; o! X" H( f
directed me: ' ~& K. ?& m1 P5 I. q, h" `
"Live in the layers,
% k3 G0 z- | s2 g* u0 R3 Gnot on the litter."
" W4 L( W* U5 N0 h2 s& b7 TThough I lack the art \ p& Q4 n; R. t1 `; A2 c; U
to decipher it,
# S) u3 x8 d3 n/ }! V+ `no doubt the next chapter
* R$ b' ~9 J% l) \% P, k( [. h. Uin my book of transformations " U9 K2 D% a6 k1 U9 |9 B n
is already written. % @4 P# v3 J' `$ p1 r- s# J
I am not done with my changes.6 k ]; G4 j( ?* f, V
—Stanley Kunitz
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