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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% M3 O' a9 @5 R8 F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& o' w3 Y/ R4 [+ K
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T3 S) z( O; c% r1 u2 [, u7 U The layers" S! \' G, n/ v
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I have walked through many websites,7 P( C6 X/ F* M' A& X
some of them I like," O4 _8 @3 J1 h) L6 k3 u* q
and some of them I do not like.
$ l) g" o+ E3 I) Q8 {Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe9 P. f2 i2 g+ O+ g" K8 e1 J$ e
out of his true affections.
9 D! c" u/ y9 c) ^/ B# M! X) j OI go, I go
2 [" L, b8 A4 t1 D( [1 l8 V8 vexulting somewhat,
4 x' Z4 j$ C1 N4 N9 o8 ywith my will intact to go
8 p7 t% V7 f. A% u% [wherever I need to go,4 O* c: a4 F; r. i) O" V/ M; N
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community 9 b/ l$ D7 M0 A5 m' W6 c/ g1 k
Precious to me.
: M- R ?# [; V' |2 N; x, WIn my darkest night,
B5 ^; ]- z: K# l5 Hwhen the moon was covered. ]3 r8 _* g f/ J8 I& @8 N
and I roamed through websites,
4 `# `; p& H g: x" Za nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
8 [! z5 q8 w0 M% s- sdirected me:
+ r- g/ f" T7 N8 JLive in the layers8 b: ?1 G0 }0 Z$ S0 c0 n
not on the litter.
* a w3 o6 ~) v2 s m5 U0 oThough I lack the art
' ?" w! c9 F! z8 z2 J* kto decipher it,8 N. z6 ]: a- f2 J! `: K8 ^ ~( h6 U
no doubt the next chaper
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is already written./ r* m5 [( `# T( Y3 O4 @7 g) d
I love to live with Edmontonchina Community./ u& {) G! M% w/ h. M/ P! {
; h! v1 s6 l8 l% V% u: U w: ^原文在此:
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. t0 m$ _& Z7 E- M# a ~! TThe Layers
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I have walked through many lives,
$ j; T2 W" J" Fsome of them my own, * w# [4 q: d$ |9 B& z3 S6 w' g
and I am not who I was,
. z1 M& g# T" W9 Athough some principle of being
; s$ P: K* ?) h4 ?1 _abides, from which I struggle # n8 J. _' S, t8 V
not to stray. ; }5 n9 N r* W [
When I look behind,
& T% @! W/ p$ f1 x4 B* oas I am compelled to look
% d! `5 R. I. Z) W1 ^/ x+ ibefore I can gather strength & v. x/ b5 h, [6 I$ w& k
to proceed on my journey, ' U7 X5 G' ?! S8 _1 v6 E
I see the milestones dwindling # z' @7 ^2 L% F8 B7 S
toward the horizon ) e5 p0 V. C9 j. M
and the slow fires trailing 0 X3 N1 X3 z" P
from the abandoned camp-sites,
0 K! F7 Z( F @7 Dover which scavenger angels
+ Q$ \, H+ {7 m/ I, g7 ~- twheel on heavy wings. ( I3 i* {7 h0 Y/ q* ~
Oh, I have made myself a tribe
% {3 h) h1 I6 wout of my true affections,
: J* e! R7 A% m; }( eand my tribe is scattered!
: K7 ^ k9 J8 v" S8 o8 OHow shall the heart be reconciled * M) w) {6 o8 w( d& l# C
to its feast of losses? 6 B; M9 U' m( O1 h* L+ r7 d5 U d
In a rising wind
2 T8 J* \- x* a* \the manic dust of my friends, * J/ `3 O0 f- H% n
those who fell along the way, 0 ?+ x0 t) {* i% a# O4 f
bitterly stings my face. 3 Q+ W9 ~: c# ]6 N* A/ x
Yet I turn, I turn,
# l. E" ^# y0 ~& i% p3 ^$ Fexulting somewhat, : u# d" r/ L( u6 Z5 p
with my will intact to go
; I3 e% n& z% D3 O4 }whereever I need to go, 1 ^' E1 J- r4 J4 A9 \! }' ?5 \
and every stone on the road h! [' s& Z+ q |5 V3 v
precious to me. 0 y* E0 [: `2 T
In my darkest night,
1 Y1 I$ ^' P: F) |1 |! C# k. j3 wwhen the moon was covered 4 o; _4 q0 g5 P3 f, u
and I roamed through wreckage, / u4 t' ?: N m' [) Q X' Z5 _
a nimbus-clouded voice ! a5 c, ^1 L3 s$ D. {
directed me: # i+ G/ e _# D2 d8 M
"Live in the layers, & C/ b* I( G1 f$ u
not on the litter." , p7 k- y6 |5 S8 q
Though I lack the art
0 \/ u/ {& d7 e3 v0 s$ E, T4 H0 B6 Oto decipher it,
9 ^7 }) _* Z: G/ M& V! O1 Dno doubt the next chapter ' v R% \! p+ p& |# C: P1 O) z
in my book of transformations
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I am not done with my changes.' E1 s* n! J/ M1 R& E: v
—Stanley Kunitz
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