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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
& o; N# a, m! x( R' l# i* w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 Kunitz4 h4 H0 w9 o) E
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The layers3 U7 ~, b0 `0 c# M9 [
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I have walked through many websites,$ v/ g! K5 P; X8 W5 H
some of them I like,
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Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe I! Z2 _& D# E/ _+ U) n: N9 x
out of his true affections.# ] l+ [$ p3 q" E2 G" r% d7 R
I go, I go5 w, k$ L1 Y- f7 e8 _ W
exulting somewhat, - v2 x. T0 {$ i
with my will intact to go
) X `' ]; J. D" `1 B# Z& mwherever I need to go,
' {' W0 `2 l# r4 S7 V* `: ]and every post on the Edmontonchina Community
0 Z7 c. z! a3 O4 g4 X* l3 H9 @, ~Precious to me." X p& Y- i4 q, t% K. ~% J
In my darkest night, 0 n V# o5 F# L# z, o
when the moon was covered; j( q* D! s" v: u4 r; I
and I roamed through websites,2 B+ l1 G$ p, v6 m( x# U. C+ c. \
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
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5 I! `0 h& Y C; CLive in the layers
4 g1 g7 c& X# J( g5 y4 wnot on the litter.
" W1 `& N- J9 H. U) Z& s4 ^Though I lack the art
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% _% W! U' H( _6 g7 h' S' a/ {no doubt the next chaper
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is already written.
/ l) [, i+ e9 d1 `* ?6 ZI love to live with Edmontonchina Community.$ N7 |. e+ H! d$ y$ ^, n& J' n7 O
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The Layers4 g, |! Y4 A+ B" S+ w9 g
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I have walked through many lives,
7 N7 L5 N# W' vsome of them my own,
8 f# R# F' ~ w) _0 aand I am not who I was, ! x; m4 Z1 k. O, `
though some principle of being
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6 w" o `" x# u4 knot to stray. 0 R! w8 G( J' ^# K5 R5 U9 q
When I look behind, & K% ]3 g) w* t3 h' i) a
as I am compelled to look
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to proceed on my journey,
" G" B% N* a! _I see the milestones dwindling
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and the slow fires trailing / o8 r: O$ R6 w; X" O
from the abandoned camp-sites, 7 {: p+ _/ V: \0 g
over which scavenger angels ' I- d1 i9 U9 N! \; l5 V8 J$ ^$ Z
wheel on heavy wings. $ t7 `2 f0 c# ^0 |$ r- a( q
Oh, I have made myself a tribe 6 u. b! ^. U. Z( ^" T
out of my true affections,
' K8 X) j' d" k5 ~" [+ Jand my tribe is scattered!
: t( n" x/ m6 T! [7 u. tHow shall the heart be reconciled , v- q$ Y% s- w+ F* h0 g( w, E4 A
to its feast of losses? 3 h9 W. U. o5 s* I5 P
In a rising wind
9 {- U. p" X) r: M$ C Lthe manic dust of my friends, : S. m- T2 K. w- o* n5 X
those who fell along the way, 4 G* z7 [0 O1 [
bitterly stings my face.
% }2 c. w. ^7 [& _ |8 F0 o/ j4 qYet I turn, I turn, 7 Z6 Z; g- L# E' P
exulting somewhat,
4 L I$ |& [1 N3 j; {% Swith my will intact to go
8 `. B3 l$ G a4 ]: f2 D& I2 ^whereever I need to go,
% m) h# E7 N5 t* ?# m# V; l/ N8 aand every stone on the road
E1 o- A( q: D3 e! e) wprecious to me.
: ]; S6 i) f& I2 H w* A! B2 o8 EIn my darkest night, 9 \2 S7 n& X& w5 H0 `" Z I
when the moon was covered
4 w$ a, h9 G" A7 e3 ]8 I8 F; yand I roamed through wreckage, . z/ N! {1 J& m+ `9 k8 A, M( {
a nimbus-clouded voice 5 P, Z; T$ g" f; f/ [) _* e4 p
directed me: # @; c4 i6 Y1 J# ~! S
"Live in the layers,
; Y; k& K, {( Z. e" a& xnot on the litter."
) t2 n d9 I9 mThough I lack the art : z) O2 \) \! w& g* Z
to decipher it, 9 j5 j/ l2 {7 L5 _
no doubt the next chapter ! P& g( ?, P2 P* `$ n! `
in my book of transformations
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I am not done with my changes.' p& _+ y6 M$ J" Z6 J
—Stanley Kunitz
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