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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 n4 b! f4 f- L- H$ `6 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
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The layers& a3 M! f+ y& I
1 |! k$ G7 N/ Z! h' @I have walked through many websites,
7 J% B/ Y: f/ Z: w8 asome of them I like,$ A% ?1 M9 g" @! L* d
and some of them I do not like.
' {; C7 |+ d! F- a% K/ @: ^# l8 yOh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
- ~* j2 p D. f# y+ P# }4 Aout of his true affections.8 _2 h; ]) R! C4 i
I go, I go
( I' H1 r9 G9 i' P$ g zexulting somewhat,
# Y( |3 a4 t m5 d; J, C% L2 Rwith my will intact to go& h5 p9 i( y! e7 `7 w }0 j
wherever I need to go,) t* O: b+ T% Y) F- I# x
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community
@* E5 H% L3 B WPrecious to me.
0 ?6 [$ Z4 P/ @2 b+ n, yIn my darkest night, 8 r7 I( j" |% A1 l& j
when the moon was covered: H1 u4 ]* D% x. C+ x/ _8 ~4 Y
and I roamed through websites,
3 G" V) d, B$ R2 ia nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
6 q6 d% w K& F0 h1 Vdirected me:, L' W; t* d0 l& s4 n
Live in the layers* k) N+ g, u7 e6 g4 W' |
not on the litter.* O: A0 V! R' x7 z' K0 _- k
Though I lack the art
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no doubt the next chaper8 ` @( T. j3 [0 |# g0 W0 {4 V
in my book of transformations
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I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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) l: O" k% T9 S! l' l1 tThe Layers
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I have walked through many lives,
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and I am not who I was,
, @( s# v x! J# F0 L0 A, Gthough some principle of being 4 G4 h# s' \- m$ d
abides, from which I struggle
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3 \: L4 @- f1 ~1 ~( K+ fWhen I look behind,
8 O1 r3 K" E1 |- ~ h! Las I am compelled to look 7 {. X# R7 {( |) v
before I can gather strength 1 E# O; t5 |" P8 u& a9 t3 W) O; |& G2 n
to proceed on my journey,
; B5 B( `: _, l* X* ?. OI see the milestones dwindling
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from the abandoned camp-sites,
! \/ M$ ]1 n4 S5 d+ ~over which scavenger angels
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Oh, I have made myself a tribe
8 ?4 c9 G9 i( z& ?( |; Kout of my true affections,
" D2 X3 [7 F; U5 oand my tribe is scattered! ! d2 F! E) l v1 M/ J1 S% t
How shall the heart be reconciled
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the manic dust of my friends, ( W( f: Y! C1 H4 G2 V( J
those who fell along the way,
) K* \' t* {' n. c% ]3 t# abitterly stings my face.
, \: K r, a2 b- r! C6 \Yet I turn, I turn, ! l& N N3 C& s$ U
exulting somewhat,
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whereever I need to go,
# j8 Y1 N& @ X- u0 C: o band every stone on the road
9 B# P2 H2 p" n ]; q' \) k% Xprecious to me. ' O e9 o# c6 q$ U( V: j( ^
In my darkest night,
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and I roamed through wreckage, 5 Q- G) P( C( k
a nimbus-clouded voice : i% z9 \2 }- ~+ K' U* v* a
directed me: " y/ D" {' z7 H1 m
"Live in the layers,
+ B( u% {* O q; Z2 L% X! C6 c: tnot on the litter."
A) f/ { O" M8 m' Z# {Though I lack the art
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no doubt the next chapter $ i k0 o# b* d
in my book of transformations
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, E7 E+ y2 e1 {, ~$ v8 k0 |; mI am not done with my changes.
& U* e1 Y6 s& _1 v& ^& N$ @5 R—Stanley Kunitz3 N% Z* H4 R7 Q4 I5 k
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