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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
1 {; P9 ~# Z: V: f2 y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# \9 h) q9 O- Q' e; ]0 _. q7 j: U
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The layers& k3 `0 f2 E; @, x0 }/ }
0 S9 i' \3 b) u! ~1 B; g/ \% l: LI have walked through many websites,1 s; R9 h9 n* E7 q
some of them I like,
6 c% ?' h/ U S6 B" H- aand some of them I do not like.! Q) H+ i2 G$ H% m
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
) O6 |( s& e, i- k* kout of his true affections.
9 g0 b1 d2 J7 ~$ p# G. BI go, I go& `% B% P3 V2 T9 ?
exulting somewhat,
+ S' |5 ]4 {! i3 z7 M( Lwith my will intact to go
M% \/ ^% l' mwherever I need to go,& \, l* t9 Q7 Z& ]
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community
- v ` e) N3 {! m4 Z: A0 NPrecious to me.
; n. A9 g0 J$ G; k, I: `In my darkest night,
1 Q5 ~1 R) G: H3 i \5 v( z( A( dwhen the moon was covered
Z1 B- ]- { r9 @and I roamed through websites,
8 m9 h; i% Y- Ia nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice ; i4 L* s' B4 B; @$ S7 r- B
directed me:: p: [* \+ t# G2 e" I- l7 N/ |
Live in the layers) i' E, _( R& {, D
not on the litter.
8 n! n6 M0 Q8 a) }+ E/ O8 UThough I lack the art 1 D" j- C8 t) F; U, D+ {9 h
to decipher it,( A/ \- h6 A. t6 t7 m% h. n
no doubt the next chaper
9 T" b+ |* a, P( |5 Zin my book of transformations6 V3 r0 {2 g' I% E- C
is already written.2 g* u6 M, v! B1 k) \8 Z
I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.3 ^5 T3 |# K4 ?% h* v3 B
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* L$ t h j9 _; h6 ~+ |! P1 T/ ~) CThe Layers2 y9 |4 N' }! U0 w4 h6 J
) i. I% X' |; j$ p! z6 D4 bI have walked through many lives, % G( I1 Q& D$ X1 U0 N# P% G
some of them my own,
6 Y! Z( ?% i: }1 m P, \and I am not who I was, ) c1 w- H% l( Q$ f- q
though some principle of being
}) V4 L; ]7 f4 Mabides, from which I struggle
5 K, V3 W0 @: q- {$ unot to stray. ( B& F& ]5 H" K6 g) }8 u
When I look behind,
2 S5 I$ ~4 o# o. b8 @/ Das I am compelled to look + ?% R$ K, u# D. x8 C& m- A
before I can gather strength
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% j+ w: {& m# |# }I see the milestones dwindling + K- ]. ^! L+ L' s8 m& l( x
toward the horizon ! P4 B" _( I, ^: G
and the slow fires trailing 7 I4 h* a- H& C
from the abandoned camp-sites, / X' k: s* S4 ^
over which scavenger angels 1 Q7 f# [1 `7 [5 K9 t, F/ j
wheel on heavy wings.
% X8 x# N; q p4 _0 z' p* YOh, I have made myself a tribe ; w& m* T& L' U5 u* \( x. g
out of my true affections, 2 O2 U. Q4 d& a, S% V2 `* V* m' ^
and my tribe is scattered! 5 J3 G! S. j9 @# d
How shall the heart be reconciled 3 \8 |1 w. q4 C( y4 F! C, c4 A4 X
to its feast of losses?
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the manic dust of my friends,
" {. a9 u) v1 V Q2 R8 a/ _; H# Fthose who fell along the way, . ?2 H! I9 C5 w
bitterly stings my face. 3 f/ T6 @/ K% ~: T# q x
Yet I turn, I turn, 4 v" Q+ J" H$ Y2 m$ R
exulting somewhat,
P& B6 F! h, @: I% p) mwith my will intact to go
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- Y7 |1 F _! f) j# Kand every stone on the road
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In my darkest night, % \8 v8 \; j4 M! {( \# t4 I
when the moon was covered
& {- w' o& l* \: f* l& {9 H4 xand I roamed through wreckage,
1 G( k7 r$ e+ b( z" Y; r; l' @/ Aa nimbus-clouded voice . Z- W; l; |( c% l' g
directed me:
$ Y3 W; R# Q6 ~- _& g9 g"Live in the layers,
( c% ?+ F$ Y% dnot on the litter." ' t a( \) a0 ]) s; ^$ A- {
Though I lack the art
8 S; k$ j% f9 m9 M: `4 y7 fto decipher it, 0 N3 ?6 v/ C% u
no doubt the next chapter
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- R8 J I$ d' V3 @6 h( eI am not done with my changes./ n3 @3 S/ C, h4 z( X+ Y5 B. `
—Stanley Kunitz1 B# P% G8 o' d( n1 P
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