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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
4 t. f' T! S& A- p4 J0 u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: c3 ]+ ^* N1 B+ W# m7 |9 N
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I have walked through many websites,
+ X. ^0 W3 t8 B4 @( Usome of them I like,
3 B) {9 ?7 z1 O6 |; X3 E2 \) r, `and some of them I do not like.
6 \7 K [- S! ROh, Lao Yang have made a tribe7 N& _; [- e) U0 a9 F t
out of his true affections.- y4 Z, M$ q* ^ z6 k1 |3 I) I5 j
I go, I go
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with my will intact to go
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and every post on the Edmontonchina Community
. Z4 g# |& q. O. G2 W0 Y9 f* }Precious to me.; s" h" Z0 `/ I3 L3 s5 q
In my darkest night, / J% @* z3 ?5 P0 h) _' J8 i
when the moon was covered
" [6 r$ i) z; q w8 u. @and I roamed through websites,. f) f* M/ U8 b' Q, a) `% g/ t
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
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Live in the layers. f. E; D8 w5 i' C1 T
not on the litter.- v7 [ V, r$ ?, q
Though I lack the art
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; F& U7 m# e8 A0 w, eno doubt the next chaper
4 ?9 @( {: U& A$ i$ O& O: I. o+ Win my book of transformations
8 g6 |/ ~# j5 {( `) `is already written.5 D: N1 B7 f. n5 Y
I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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原文在此:* y" ^# Y9 f( N5 b" |0 f
# B! n) a$ l: @ MThe Layers! J- K. p/ ^ `- |
, R* J! T; j3 a, X6 V% eI have walked through many lives,
, W. I: I3 ]& } P0 m# l! x1 Zsome of them my own,
& S- K/ U" l5 R3 ?, w* [* Y, g4 D0 Zand I am not who I was,
: v) j8 c, R! S5 Ethough some principle of being * f' D" F9 G3 L) C& n
abides, from which I struggle , k) S9 \9 s$ S/ w- h% x
not to stray. - C6 r W1 e4 r+ _8 |7 k* ?/ r
When I look behind, ; o3 E# G* \ w8 o
as I am compelled to look
) L4 D1 e: F: V, n9 Rbefore I can gather strength ' A3 F9 i, _. L( h$ i
to proceed on my journey,
8 U5 Z, f! h" @3 M% K, qI see the milestones dwindling
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+ e) R9 s, R) @. band the slow fires trailing
7 J" L; H' V, @from the abandoned camp-sites,
2 p' b( Q( m8 M* d8 c0 j& ^over which scavenger angels
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3 v/ K( R6 B6 f- n. g- x( t! Y, l l% vOh, I have made myself a tribe
0 C0 ~8 l d! m- @/ Fout of my true affections, & F& Y+ E* Z% k b! K
and my tribe is scattered!
7 l* J3 |- y+ A, M; {* _How shall the heart be reconciled
W, Q @+ m5 E6 `5 M# C3 b7 u5 Nto its feast of losses? / j8 }0 ]- ~& @8 S6 p7 e' E
In a rising wind
, ^9 t7 D) J @* f; s+ ?5 C2 Nthe manic dust of my friends,
9 u/ R% M* e2 y# D2 e6 m! Q; ?those who fell along the way, ; u* c$ V$ J9 A3 g4 M+ V
bitterly stings my face.
7 K. j7 I$ [, O2 f# w' B- QYet I turn, I turn, X. y% f9 B* H. N u
exulting somewhat,
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whereever I need to go,
9 \' u# }: c: Q* _, h; Q5 Xand every stone on the road
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In my darkest night, 7 D. ?; m- t9 }. `+ {" H. {
when the moon was covered ; V+ X, Z' ?4 n$ }
and I roamed through wreckage,
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directed me:
" u3 V) _3 q$ f% ]! w: \' V"Live in the layers,
2 r# ~% I- _% o+ Y+ f& vnot on the litter." % z, ]& y$ |7 M) q1 h2 X
Though I lack the art ! S9 K! Z( p3 A) o( m
to decipher it,
# B) c. ?4 O0 Y/ L' d) d5 Xno doubt the next chapter
( G* ]. ?2 s {# l q1 h# K8 din my book of transformations
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: x* b9 B. j8 `6 AI am not done with my changes.
% y# I/ H. E5 \" u—Stanley Kunitz
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