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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。8 h! I' c3 H0 }; k( k
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 Kunitz1 Q- v7 c3 H" Z; t, ~5 g6 h4 L
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The layers
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I have walked through many websites,
" H; i |" Y* u* A; ? t- K1 Tsome of them I like,: t+ C* ?: p& ]7 s: s
and some of them I do not like.
6 O f- f; O& ^1 B+ A9 ]Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
( t! \2 B$ q+ H9 |! ~% k3 lout of his true affections.3 h: B' W% C* [0 I/ R' J& n7 d9 k8 x
I go, I go6 V" k" Q1 P: N# d0 D, E7 h& p
exulting somewhat, 8 w- o$ v* j. \# I. d
with my will intact to go6 J0 e- L) m. D2 I* G. x) |
wherever I need to go,
& [4 }7 r6 _! ^) h. d/ \and every post on the Edmontonchina Community
# w# P9 b, T8 c" f3 h/ JPrecious to me.5 r7 E) d! N1 I4 Q' E
In my darkest night,
8 a; b: d' \$ k% }! uwhen the moon was covered
* ^5 S9 S" g) Hand I roamed through websites,
0 N$ Y8 ^; }* m: [, N z; Pa nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice + W: g- {1 q5 |$ R. K
directed me:% a5 h4 X: ] m8 p0 q2 T, P
Live in the layers
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Though I lack the art
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no doubt the next chaper9 D9 X$ \1 g) i7 H( s0 D
in my book of transformations
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+ E' p2 t% Q: y5 b7 N/ n* KI love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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. M# n' G0 Z# q4 g( }' g6 O) q原文在此:
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* B+ F7 g% c$ g2 r9 n/ `( {The Layers$ d+ |* g ]$ i. X0 z! ?; o
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I have walked through many lives,
4 \3 I G3 W- p# l1 zsome of them my own,
3 ?& @6 W5 f' w2 G6 D+ \and I am not who I was, 9 v) w8 N5 z i1 g9 L! f1 f7 J
though some principle of being ' P: ^" M0 N: m2 [4 R2 X6 S5 A
abides, from which I struggle 1 R2 {. S9 X, m. Z/ N
not to stray. * e, b& T: G; ?7 x- m) J+ M6 r
When I look behind, 7 q, c2 `5 }% j- d2 {: V" [8 o5 t% r
as I am compelled to look 3 e5 r+ C: a7 a( l7 ]1 x
before I can gather strength
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7 h; u( E- c' O" W! @' LI see the milestones dwindling / V# t3 W7 C7 G/ C( _) `
toward the horizon + P4 ^3 G6 B, y+ c3 e' M7 H: Y
and the slow fires trailing
) i0 d8 g+ N. o6 Q, Yfrom the abandoned camp-sites, - o9 n6 T% k; ]
over which scavenger angels 2 u0 X9 d6 a* _
wheel on heavy wings. 4 O2 P- O; s% o' n/ J3 f
Oh, I have made myself a tribe & p% L" x2 h$ g- d
out of my true affections, , D4 |9 D; A2 Z& ^8 W" v
and my tribe is scattered! # Q: C- E S1 W& ?0 u
How shall the heart be reconciled
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% A7 Y, c2 r- @5 {In a rising wind
3 n. u G- c E4 f6 ?* {the manic dust of my friends, ! P# m/ f$ R8 M) v. O" |4 @
those who fell along the way, , u2 k a! U; n; A
bitterly stings my face.
. U/ _& Q8 w* W( w5 @/ t8 W& HYet I turn, I turn,
[ M9 u# I- x+ A" Q; r& Yexulting somewhat,
& M& U0 J1 O- w) `& L2 Cwith my will intact to go
' N8 ~$ w3 ]9 c' T5 B& a9 jwhereever I need to go, 0 y. M3 x$ G I
and every stone on the road # A& O" L3 e3 V7 `/ _
precious to me. 7 T0 M! p# C$ \$ f
In my darkest night,
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and I roamed through wreckage, 2 \6 P X6 b6 \" v$ v/ A2 A% X1 `
a nimbus-clouded voice ; {9 x9 K1 B% [9 f# y) v2 B4 C
directed me:
- g4 s9 B2 j& L5 E4 K- n"Live in the layers,
+ V9 d7 J1 w( ]) R" d/ jnot on the litter."
7 V6 T+ l& P) T; f1 ]Though I lack the art
7 m5 m5 }' y; U/ Vto decipher it,
# ~4 s+ D0 v0 t/ Q$ uno doubt the next chapter
+ B* n% Q, z( w/ W, din my book of transformations
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I am not done with my changes.
& n) \8 {9 M. Y, f5 L2 R—Stanley Kunitz
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