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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。) f5 D' ^9 ^ E
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
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8 @0 F" o2 Y4 ? z0 E! I. a The layers5 x# x% }6 v2 X8 u$ R A
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I have walked through many websites,4 Z' S+ I4 {+ g5 P- E0 }. V) q
some of them I like,
( h1 J+ T9 v6 G4 {4 }8 i aand some of them I do not like.
) S4 k& J5 U$ ]Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
% k7 F, i$ n' R6 N9 D6 tout of his true affections.; U" r$ a$ h0 y
I go, I go
, ]. q& i% Z$ q ?1 Gexulting somewhat, + Q, R5 i( G9 ?8 O7 r j
with my will intact to go
0 e% j% w6 s1 v) @ _0 _% K# A. Ewherever I need to go,
" Y$ `2 v) h5 Q/ S' Z$ {: ^and every post on the Edmontonchina Community
3 j- K: k1 s2 C. S& ] d* Z/ Q- YPrecious to me.+ B( ?! J+ ^, F( ]
In my darkest night, - M7 r3 ]: }7 ?1 t
when the moon was covered0 C) y, G! V# B
and I roamed through websites,
- {% I B5 d) n8 Ma nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
% w1 W" s0 s/ E: O$ g/ Gdirected me:
1 q: G$ j* j9 [, O KLive in the layers' j7 t8 d. P e0 g
not on the litter.7 C6 p' w5 k) @
Though I lack the art 8 x' P' `1 |8 B, _; C( b p0 W; n0 E
to decipher it,) t& _5 ^4 o& l% m* s9 _
no doubt the next chaper
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0 y$ v* P) g* w# l# pI love to live with Edmontonchina Community.- q* n" L- K' I" L& M* E1 Q
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原文在此:
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9 B3 l0 a1 E! C e8 d+ T' F$ ]; GThe Layers* L* F- I( O( J' @8 \
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I have walked through many lives, - R6 C, s& w; I; M
some of them my own, 1 n, g2 U6 x! q8 L& u" }: H9 }
and I am not who I was, % m( _; K, Y* ?0 R, E
though some principle of being ) k' _. _3 M$ {. f- f$ P4 n% o8 O
abides, from which I struggle ; N; f9 P; ^, E/ C/ \) i/ P- T$ A
not to stray.
4 L4 o' B: l6 x5 u. tWhen I look behind, 1 ^* ]% w( h8 R# m0 Z h+ g
as I am compelled to look
0 M: J+ z9 ^" U/ Zbefore I can gather strength 4 o8 ^0 Z9 Q. h1 p# n' {
to proceed on my journey, " e6 F9 S& Y. R" Y# H6 j
I see the milestones dwindling . c1 X$ }9 f; @7 H2 r
toward the horizon
7 H; j5 n; }* `" O2 oand the slow fires trailing 7 j# u# L; N- n+ e5 ~ i
from the abandoned camp-sites,
Z% B8 l+ I. z( z/ Aover which scavenger angels
; Y T8 ^9 y6 S( m) b+ g* l3 Gwheel on heavy wings.
" m) H4 @* R$ ?( K0 cOh, I have made myself a tribe
0 u( d0 A3 i$ `. vout of my true affections, ; h5 }5 L {$ `& ]( [
and my tribe is scattered! 5 F( V f+ I+ n: X6 l& x5 b
How shall the heart be reconciled
* ~# h0 M5 h' @3 Zto its feast of losses? ( H6 g/ O& v( H$ G# ~
In a rising wind
: k- W4 j6 Y d5 E8 H; othe manic dust of my friends, " ]: @4 ~; d$ p( m6 q# J6 n7 D
those who fell along the way,
6 R# i2 ^7 M0 u ebitterly stings my face. 5 w6 b. y' c2 B' h( f
Yet I turn, I turn, 4 i- R& w- k! g) |8 V3 ?
exulting somewhat,
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/ b! d0 V0 K' f8 g- M9 w! Z4 Qwhereever I need to go, # {) a" N5 s k: U* z4 i
and every stone on the road 3 q- Q' x% m: ~1 B T% C# x# G
precious to me.
& {( ]8 A. M! F4 ]1 rIn my darkest night,
) L+ K7 ]% V+ c Mwhen the moon was covered
& B( a" }0 j. w, p$ m# C0 Aand I roamed through wreckage,
& H: q3 ?. v. s" ?2 T3 V/ i, Ra nimbus-clouded voice
k- x/ V" m9 U% [: Ldirected me: . N% i1 X, C( Y5 N8 ?! d! i
"Live in the layers, # k N2 E! z5 M/ r1 S
not on the litter."
; O3 V0 |6 V1 b2 X- z. Y' w* T) L' |( QThough I lack the art
. o2 I3 W$ |# o" M5 ]to decipher it,
O- {- [& g' k" D. Z( dno doubt the next chapter
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is already written.
7 h( C, t& {& n* mI am not done with my changes./ t4 q" J: f2 @, T7 |8 v3 M! m; m, y
—Stanley Kunitz
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