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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。. T- K- f' j& m+ K+ w
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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, e, ~% j* L4 O0 Z The layers
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I have walked through many websites,0 m2 u. S g, c, c0 A" o9 |
some of them I like,8 b4 P! p3 Y, ^7 T5 C! ]. v
and some of them I do not like.2 J" k" V! e2 n1 _3 q! {
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
5 f9 W# m1 C8 n5 cout of his true affections.
% e. d U: g5 v z2 C& r. CI go, I go
* K) O1 e9 Q. c2 C3 {exulting somewhat, 0 F* C( h* V. D, r& T/ ^1 {& ^
with my will intact to go6 y- b# [# K Z' U
wherever I need to go,
/ W3 X3 V& d7 ]9 [8 l# q) gand every post on the Edmontonchina Community
% {8 q2 l7 A1 P/ }0 XPrecious to me.8 H0 N9 Y+ q9 |1 R. d
In my darkest night, ) M; D3 V- r- B7 K3 l' z
when the moon was covered% D; E5 X* `( o( R& w
and I roamed through websites,
( A0 m* W- y. w. _* Ya nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice 1 K$ A2 z& @9 `% E0 {
directed me:
$ \* J- h0 n* V: rLive in the layers
4 T$ K# [: d" ^, h5 [% ]9 V. Inot on the litter.6 V' o9 b/ l$ G$ Y) J' i
Though I lack the art
9 C' b6 @' Y% ~+ g2 e+ J8 dto decipher it,$ p3 M: C2 o- L2 l P5 c. E
no doubt the next chaper5 W9 @4 j/ |2 J R5 K$ \5 O2 M; |
in my book of transformations
+ s8 {' R) g' ~+ V J# Fis already written.
0 y8 n: n' a9 B; N# _I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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7 ?& p3 z+ ~, x6 j7 \8 J) ?9 C$ S原文在此:
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The Layers5 l& a8 K7 S+ t+ H' u) r) d' v8 r
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I have walked through many lives, , m0 s: k) I2 n% h# }7 w$ j
some of them my own,
8 F# o. a7 L8 o" nand I am not who I was,
, d+ u: ~9 f. e* n1 |) lthough some principle of being
. B$ x" [% C L% x- x* |7 b, r3 }abides, from which I struggle
0 M* M# G% q' a4 E0 _$ V& znot to stray. ' E4 N5 I+ k& z: `9 T7 q& Y" ?" _' S" ~" Z
When I look behind,
" ~ K+ {" l5 ^; p! f. s/ C$ Was I am compelled to look
! P' D, @% ?! U4 Y( ^" ibefore I can gather strength 0 L, t8 ?& F; S% G- {
to proceed on my journey, & i. D1 ]. o/ c
I see the milestones dwindling # x8 ~: v ~6 J$ X# G: \
toward the horizon
, ?% t% ]3 C* n8 \& aand the slow fires trailing
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over which scavenger angels $ l; Y3 V% Z1 @5 s0 X+ b1 y
wheel on heavy wings.
b" d; |) S3 |% q8 JOh, I have made myself a tribe ! W9 ^. \4 W: `% k9 R7 W8 z
out of my true affections,
0 L4 d* W- R& B0 v7 g! p0 Band my tribe is scattered!
$ o* y$ ?2 Q6 }0 |% UHow shall the heart be reconciled , U z; m- @5 v( ?
to its feast of losses?
7 I x# f% ~ T1 jIn a rising wind
, a. m, ]+ q5 D7 O4 t5 D& a8 ~the manic dust of my friends,
, b. H) C: q5 u" P- W! Cthose who fell along the way, 8 L( u) g3 }: G U5 m0 `
bitterly stings my face.
2 ^2 ^& e& K' Q* R. U& X4 AYet I turn, I turn,
3 G) V! m9 `! y! f) k& |exulting somewhat, @# O7 G" _6 v1 `" X9 R
with my will intact to go
& @( n5 l! ^6 P |whereever I need to go,
) r. @6 T/ O2 A! @6 v' ?and every stone on the road
0 X: W# |% a2 Q9 m5 vprecious to me. 5 F, k$ q( e! \# _
In my darkest night,
/ z* o/ Y7 [5 T, [0 l' swhen the moon was covered 3 `: y7 ~- n7 N: Q1 L1 V+ B
and I roamed through wreckage, 9 Q/ n4 m3 v/ {& K& P$ n6 x- e# _4 G
a nimbus-clouded voice ; h! m8 @3 k" j' z
directed me:
& ?- s& Y0 z2 S* t. l! `- I"Live in the layers,
( {1 K0 T2 L! m7 }7 c- Enot on the litter."
/ T. K8 ?7 e: ]' c6 ]8 d5 {. OThough I lack the art ( s$ a& U6 n. q7 L1 [( ~
to decipher it,
% V/ a6 H- a* U6 G3 @" t6 lno doubt the next chapter * |6 h! ` z5 o" b4 Z+ I
in my book of transformations
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I am not done with my changes.
/ k$ ~( g8 R/ j# g8 T—Stanley Kunitz8 b- n" @) |, [1 U1 P" l
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