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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
. [2 X( O7 E! h1 u. D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; r, s" h8 y9 S: V: m1 w! U
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I have walked through many websites,; [& J: W4 t( v6 N& w6 o- @# d
some of them I like,
, K' U/ f/ \" w( Land some of them I do not like.+ P( I7 V5 _# e% s, X- L" O# h7 T
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
/ E- C. `/ a6 D9 x, u. @out of his true affections.
5 t' g- Z3 V3 |/ J0 I8 DI go, I go
( q& l! n0 I3 ~) Gexulting somewhat, 3 L! R3 h( v( e! \; K1 y
with my will intact to go
; C6 K# S( z' X3 R5 fwherever I need to go,5 j, z$ x1 i! Z9 \% h, @5 c2 d9 a/ L
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community ( v( P+ t1 z( |
Precious to me.
# j' ]" L' f. X& d1 JIn my darkest night, ' g+ N1 ]% Y% K4 e! c2 v
when the moon was covered' n* J3 O: z8 r
and I roamed through websites,& n9 Q0 C, l m8 `* n3 V
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
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Live in the layers
( L5 t8 b2 a: s1 lnot on the litter.$ `: C. J( v, |8 A2 h, C
Though I lack the art
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no doubt the next chaper
' k {8 B& E- ]% H: zin my book of transformations* k: ^6 A4 `& }7 ^. R
is already written.
) N* B" E# z2 \+ _' C+ t& M& YI love to live with Edmontonchina Community.3 c, j) I6 z1 q
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原文在此:- \$ U. E& l, A3 Z3 V
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The Layers
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I have walked through many lives,
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- a) y2 j* u: yand I am not who I was, , f. P* A+ h: ]5 c3 K0 q E) w
though some principle of being , A1 k# L# ~, v4 t
abides, from which I struggle ) _5 r1 R- S* c' a5 V
not to stray.
+ E. C% h8 o8 C. qWhen I look behind, * h- _7 h( N; J; `1 f5 G* W# C
as I am compelled to look G% w; S X& a+ ]6 z( l5 u
before I can gather strength
6 Q& ^! p( u, yto proceed on my journey,
- ]( l$ _- F: g5 f8 x* K* lI see the milestones dwindling | P( O1 `/ z" [
toward the horizon 6 R9 h3 u% Y4 k! }6 n" E
and the slow fires trailing
+ R7 N0 h0 |- C( M8 T' m+ Q7 x2 gfrom the abandoned camp-sites,
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wheel on heavy wings.
, O6 G2 ~6 ?* @- p1 p5 v3 Q# kOh, I have made myself a tribe
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and my tribe is scattered!
0 t& A H* f0 k, ` t' c5 jHow shall the heart be reconciled ) a; N( y, z ^! `' f/ y
to its feast of losses? 1 A) @' U/ n' \* \1 I h. t
In a rising wind 7 r% l- j& X$ ~$ ~7 E d
the manic dust of my friends, ! D# O7 p) t0 y0 p: }' h8 K3 O; a
those who fell along the way, " v7 X( R) H& Z) @# L* ]; R# b' i- {
bitterly stings my face.
5 B( ^% Q$ a dYet I turn, I turn,
% H1 _- ], ^% f: o0 L! o- d3 Oexulting somewhat, I/ {" B5 s6 |& V, b/ w z
with my will intact to go
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precious to me. 2 ^# G% r, Y/ R% E
In my darkest night,
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and I roamed through wreckage,
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directed me: 8 s" ~! l( q0 q8 c
"Live in the layers,
" L9 n- L- G$ G; ^not on the litter."
! `1 V( y) G6 V6 ^4 B9 SThough I lack the art 5 |4 @$ H" j- h* |/ o, x
to decipher it,
9 Z& N. @$ w# {+ o/ N$ N% Cno doubt the next chapter
+ v# m, A! z9 R) D/ S7 uin my book of transformations " N. ?8 t' T3 _3 J
is already written.
% t2 L: P- L, ~" |# ~I am not done with my changes.
( t/ K' u. c, ]2 B4 ~$ |" }2 n—Stanley Kunitz/ K9 R) ?( O: [( x3 l- w
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