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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。+ X& o1 y# n; A4 T9 s8 _" z2 r& b- P
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+ j: `& B9 d0 T: u7 K1 k
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The layers! ]3 q0 h/ E- F. b1 E- [8 H* ?
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I have walked through many websites,
7 m. B4 K4 M3 s! t, ksome of them I like,. y3 e) d4 h& Y1 H, _2 p+ x2 `0 n; e
and some of them I do not like.
+ F5 i5 \: e0 E- m3 o' V: LOh, Lao Yang have made a tribe x( R ~2 l; x
out of his true affections.+ P7 \2 t" E! k8 P N
I go, I go& @2 D7 `& l3 e7 N j8 e7 L
exulting somewhat,
( Y5 A) S0 d& T1 ~, Q4 ewith my will intact to go
3 K0 n( w+ \' o* K: S, Iwherever I need to go,
/ G9 o1 {" ^, M* Q) ^1 Eand every post on the Edmontonchina Community 4 e$ z) Z7 V1 Y
Precious to me.
& [" I+ z$ f/ R2 R( e* i- |! DIn my darkest night,
' K0 Z+ D0 I+ X; s9 _when the moon was covered4 r, o$ M' k9 }- A1 I4 X) ~% h
and I roamed through websites,% M# L6 o. @$ a6 D& N" A
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice 0 g" K; W; N: d+ L
directed me:
1 v# B0 m& N' ?* x! h7 `Live in the layers
- [$ G1 T' j( x! `not on the litter.
0 H( {) n3 h% k; kThough I lack the art ) M. y; | n0 ^6 B/ A. H9 T
to decipher it,
: {2 ?' p" k, L' t8 r6 o) ano doubt the next chaper* {: _0 [; e6 W1 u& U. U" C
in my book of transformations& ]1 g, r8 v' t4 r* O# B) ?
is already written.
2 a6 g3 F7 @5 bI love to live with Edmontonchina Community.6 T/ N9 I$ m1 y
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原文在此:4 a) |8 t) |6 N; @7 P. U9 c1 p
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The Layers$ `+ J |8 i% i+ J
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I have walked through many lives,
# u8 {5 f/ I5 gsome of them my own, 7 c; f5 a* r0 M1 z4 A1 b- N
and I am not who I was,
* e0 U) s1 k+ e: _4 ithough some principle of being 4 }+ a5 O. d0 _2 q
abides, from which I struggle
5 C: P$ h L: u4 pnot to stray. ' F. f y! `% k
When I look behind,
+ o; |; D* a* I, ?0 x' L9 f( Ias I am compelled to look " [2 w+ T% n9 Q# b4 C2 i
before I can gather strength ) p6 K; R* [2 J, _8 j
to proceed on my journey, 5 c4 Q" C# i$ \) ^, s
I see the milestones dwindling
1 `& w3 R; L+ G% k) k2 Stoward the horizon
$ t0 y0 o) a2 u+ t9 q% \2 T Q2 h& Jand the slow fires trailing
" L N5 p# K x3 l, P( W2 Z' }from the abandoned camp-sites,
/ M% [1 @' z; S( a3 c5 Dover which scavenger angels
% T. S" u) P) ~* @. J P8 a+ Owheel on heavy wings.
4 ?4 [. j: N8 T, POh, I have made myself a tribe
1 j* Y' C/ K/ ]' {, r) Yout of my true affections,
/ r1 x* D# o) l- O) m, Vand my tribe is scattered!
% X5 R1 b' ] c% d1 HHow shall the heart be reconciled
o2 p' D, A T2 P4 f3 z% F( Gto its feast of losses?
' A3 P. x7 |+ f" Y6 Q2 l( MIn a rising wind * G" P- ?" e% x3 W6 l
the manic dust of my friends, 7 x# w2 O+ S- g6 k$ A8 O
those who fell along the way, : n- r) W- C2 R, w9 P6 j
bitterly stings my face. 8 |/ s# P1 f% M4 d& ]' n% B; c
Yet I turn, I turn,
- A5 E$ {$ J& R! `2 K8 xexulting somewhat, : L- z: F$ \- a L
with my will intact to go
4 y8 Z1 F% w5 b( C/ v: H" owhereever I need to go, : B8 w2 w7 O6 j& l0 C
and every stone on the road
^0 @# a4 k! j/ b5 vprecious to me. 5 P8 @9 l1 W; T2 ^9 U
In my darkest night, 5 [9 U& d2 i, P1 E: d9 h! T0 c
when the moon was covered
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0 |# x0 q+ a6 I; f. Ja nimbus-clouded voice
' R" i, T0 }: Y2 Y5 g$ f% A$ ?5 U1 vdirected me: 9 {- f+ d, R3 m* o9 i
"Live in the layers, * [4 L$ e6 d% z/ A
not on the litter."
( ?( }3 p4 P; T. V! O1 AThough I lack the art
, h. B: |+ _, S2 f o. q4 {to decipher it, $ ^/ K$ Q Q+ S
no doubt the next chapter 6 P! L# O% f# |% |3 Y( H% b. q
in my book of transformations + W1 _* K9 i" j0 k8 M& F2 @
is already written. 9 a; Y5 j1 A4 L, X' G
I am not done with my changes.
' ^. Y' a5 |3 i. ^+ ]—Stanley Kunitz% Q+ j! d0 `( q% m) E% I
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