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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
k0 H6 A3 k5 p/ Y5 S2 @- M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; w& r/ c! I' a; u; q' j
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The layers, Q7 T8 Y* b; A/ G1 Z
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I have walked through many websites,% M: C/ K+ D% g
some of them I like,3 b; E* a# I" X6 D
and some of them I do not like.. L0 h; n3 M( h' q7 ?+ W! N' J
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
5 O# V0 X& z2 A% M1 E+ Aout of his true affections.) |: K! b5 a6 z+ I4 \8 X
I go, I go# N4 e: t# I$ J+ O
exulting somewhat, % d: b0 Z' n1 A0 ~& p) _0 D* D
with my will intact to go% l( d5 @, C- ?3 f, c, i# t8 E
wherever I need to go,
5 y0 Y7 s$ T% V. |. c+ hand every post on the Edmontonchina Community
k; X0 Q, t% a4 j- R+ B: n, yPrecious to me.
/ V8 [9 v& ^) v8 J. W" VIn my darkest night, / t) H l7 w7 |; @9 ~
when the moon was covered
4 t/ d9 B7 E N+ ?and I roamed through websites,
" l- s. V" N9 B$ Wa nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
l8 D, e3 @! t( {* B. U1 edirected me:
8 p3 _- w( r" YLive in the layers
" l4 B S/ X2 u6 v# z5 Snot on the litter.
3 X8 e7 [( @( p, G1 e/ BThough I lack the art % n2 }0 G! K& |- I6 C
to decipher it,
3 h r _4 G; t4 f* N5 Y( U- A" ]1 \no doubt the next chaper! _9 V( x7 M& x$ g' w
in my book of transformations
$ P6 C4 F0 f1 v' ~is already written.4 K- Q- X9 p. ~3 s
I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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原文在此:
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. ~) v7 Z4 m. I/ R8 FThe Layers
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! O6 q2 b8 k5 ~4 K+ F+ |I have walked through many lives,
: R3 v' f3 y O8 w1 x2 ^# `* Fsome of them my own, # ~; T/ Z. V' U; f+ P
and I am not who I was,
$ Y+ r% k) I+ E4 U6 mthough some principle of being , x. d! q L7 x( {
abides, from which I struggle ! g2 B4 x% R6 K5 O7 U
not to stray. # S: Q' n& F: ^4 }! B
When I look behind,
5 Y) J5 G7 h0 H3 ?3 x9 Z9 \: T" @/ yas I am compelled to look
* o' x1 K% i" g2 i, ^9 gbefore I can gather strength
/ @- [0 J# Y+ @' B1 Dto proceed on my journey, 3 P& B2 ^1 f5 V+ K9 y
I see the milestones dwindling
8 X# B) |! J; F. Ptoward the horizon / E1 U( q7 D' D, o! I6 |% `
and the slow fires trailing
* f c' ]2 }4 K0 q3 dfrom the abandoned camp-sites,
2 B4 J- b3 W; X, [% |. S* oover which scavenger angels
1 p7 j7 e2 ^' j7 F7 @( @wheel on heavy wings.
1 { a: ~; b0 ] u1 K2 NOh, I have made myself a tribe
& ~" P M* s0 g* h q* Yout of my true affections, 0 F. }) y$ h: E& n
and my tribe is scattered! 2 X" B- B. k" T/ K& g! y
How shall the heart be reconciled ; C: `. T+ ?2 f5 \4 F4 n
to its feast of losses? ! R. s6 l c N8 B/ X H
In a rising wind
6 W8 A1 ]0 r1 h* }( G, O4 g! Lthe manic dust of my friends, + k5 l; [9 |, C& C! i& x
those who fell along the way,
5 C9 h' R( o: G- ] U# Pbitterly stings my face.
0 o" N" u0 _' u6 H, mYet I turn, I turn,
# Y& P2 ]! L, @" mexulting somewhat,
1 j4 l2 R5 ^: Q- J: zwith my will intact to go
! |0 `2 W r; T3 }whereever I need to go, # x$ n3 T; Z8 h" @0 |$ \
and every stone on the road : W. r5 O2 M' b& q
precious to me. 0 C' O+ O7 Q; x( ]1 i
In my darkest night,
7 u! e/ J% t# W4 vwhen the moon was covered 2 f3 k6 h; s1 P* \; w1 [
and I roamed through wreckage, ' z9 t2 _# ]( A5 s; }/ R
a nimbus-clouded voice
9 B3 v( r" S3 W/ n' Hdirected me:
. U$ @/ G# r1 c5 e"Live in the layers,
# ^6 D) A" Z" s5 M: Lnot on the litter."
+ M0 S$ j2 ]( j7 ]' A; wThough I lack the art
0 W7 u f1 I& K$ lto decipher it, 6 p1 R; t. V2 S3 X
no doubt the next chapter
& A; L) _* O6 I% cin my book of transformations 9 _; w# h" ~# e8 y! f' j
is already written. 1 v: i2 l: e% K9 t
I am not done with my changes.& ]! r; Q- e: E+ \
—Stanley Kunitz6 Y0 g$ m& X% {6 |
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