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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
, [) p5 c3 G' _5 I& t9 Q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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The layers
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Y. u; O9 s/ I% d+ Q, v+ w" TI have walked through many websites,
' e9 P- W. p5 ssome of them I like,5 \' W0 T* A5 m5 j9 l
and some of them I do not like.
0 u. N% O& K' h) ]Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe0 m9 n5 S+ L+ X) v
out of his true affections.9 r& Z! }0 z( O% e5 C4 r0 h" A
I go, I go( Y) X) T3 D/ u6 S9 a- B
exulting somewhat, + J2 i) _$ N- K. X6 v% l- ^7 U; o
with my will intact to go
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and every post on the Edmontonchina Community
' ~/ J6 j& ^$ R- s8 x5 nPrecious to me.: u8 J3 a% B. Z; R2 {" O7 u
In my darkest night, ' T" Q0 a, I. p3 O, ]
when the moon was covered
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a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
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1 r: a3 o. v( z$ gLive in the layers- e' z2 k- N7 f
not on the litter." N8 ~- w1 R% p2 C9 F* Y
Though I lack the art / @7 ~/ }& `3 x, i
to decipher it,
" _8 n/ y) K; M2 T* qno doubt the next chaper( O8 X4 ?! v; N: X p, R
in my book of transformations+ n) Y8 `9 A5 {5 F& f5 K
is already written. h6 ~+ h2 N7 L
I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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) J+ g1 V; N. U原文在此:
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The Layers
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I have walked through many lives, - V, f1 I- b7 @5 q- @
some of them my own, - }2 z7 u8 Z3 L& r2 r) t
and I am not who I was,
- r" E) p: F* u" W! p5 {though some principle of being / E( R9 ?/ E' M$ W7 J/ E
abides, from which I struggle
d- ~# R. U9 E+ E' |* m. Inot to stray. 9 j, W0 d( x+ X: [' ?* Q" Z& d
When I look behind, # \7 M b$ ]% q. t9 P9 r# Z
as I am compelled to look ( f- b' y3 [1 ]/ c" {: @- H' J, Z
before I can gather strength
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I see the milestones dwindling
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8 _% h- U/ h/ u5 `and the slow fires trailing . ~2 v% B3 S. U7 B3 r. l4 d; \
from the abandoned camp-sites,
: o9 b# J+ M/ l+ z3 jover which scavenger angels
( s" I/ G0 L+ n% w' c5 q" qwheel on heavy wings. ' k n! n2 W6 R8 {) }% p
Oh, I have made myself a tribe
# R# t6 b- L, H( h# Vout of my true affections, ( X9 a& n D3 s: H4 F, `& M3 v$ _
and my tribe is scattered!
, K U2 X, H# y2 r+ W9 C5 {2 b+ e/ AHow shall the heart be reconciled 7 H* Z$ |# b6 F7 m9 w9 s
to its feast of losses?
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the manic dust of my friends,
2 b# w$ M) g" q9 V6 {- Pthose who fell along the way,
; H; a6 F7 I1 b3 Pbitterly stings my face. . c: `. E W5 n7 T/ R. n- Y
Yet I turn, I turn,
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with my will intact to go - D2 A6 i; E$ S" I; u- R
whereever I need to go, ) C% l8 D. x1 w
and every stone on the road
" d. S' h+ v5 eprecious to me.
9 k% W0 [& A$ \5 o' LIn my darkest night,
5 \) T# e. J* l* x+ Y$ Mwhen the moon was covered 3 w3 g! H8 H9 @0 B
and I roamed through wreckage,
- ?& D7 `, `$ A% [( d- ya nimbus-clouded voice
- }& S5 l1 a% k& |8 ~directed me: , C e b9 G4 G6 t7 P2 F
"Live in the layers, " B# g6 V# B: {/ b# N( Z
not on the litter." 5 t0 o. j! z% U0 R
Though I lack the art V a* ^! q; O" h/ B
to decipher it,
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in my book of transformations
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5 R6 c2 A+ L: ~- eI am not done with my changes.0 _% V+ f7 x$ x( z0 J- G
—Stanley Kunitz* k6 e) g! t' `' v3 a
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