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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
3 [; t6 f3 m$ q+ 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: o! W+ B, K$ ~- E% Z
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The layers
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I have walked through many websites,5 S' d6 K( C+ z Q( S3 ~, E
some of them I like,6 X+ [% U5 m- Q+ L, o* n
and some of them I do not like.. G& _6 e+ k2 W' p
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
# y! R% F1 i/ vout of his true affections.
8 Z. q5 u% [2 kI go, I go6 ] P2 s8 g% R% v
exulting somewhat,
3 u( A) K1 N1 J- Bwith my will intact to go
+ s( T: q$ ]. Cwherever I need to go,
5 S. R+ C. j, Vand every post on the Edmontonchina Community ' j4 Q+ B7 B- t1 W# U& m4 q: [
Precious to me.
0 { j$ e. y8 j" zIn my darkest night,
, j& _& _5 l: r8 x* ewhen the moon was covered
" s" ~( U' z: c3 k* Qand I roamed through websites,0 ?3 }) \ @3 M+ D) u% k# r8 H9 I
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice 6 t7 Z* I: M1 b& B9 Z e
directed me: q5 u& {! }# }- u) o& Q
Live in the layers
6 E2 @( w/ A0 ?( }* ynot on the litter.$ ^2 k" ^% u& s; y% |7 u+ S! s: @: n
Though I lack the art - h0 j7 Z3 }5 n# U5 m
to decipher it,; x' u+ l8 |8 b6 P( r$ [* t
no doubt the next chaper x; w) j9 B7 ^6 J$ ~
in my book of transformations1 V5 a6 M' Z" I+ p% ~; M
is already written.: n, M6 S1 f S% p% o" n6 F
I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.4 O' l8 u& {( A# V) H
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原文在此:
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7 B. O: |' h9 \# R8 v$ qThe Layers* k9 W! u( ?4 l# r. J5 X
1 D! X; Q3 M `I have walked through many lives, ( a2 A/ l/ i$ A$ o6 \
some of them my own,
& ^$ W- i+ C* M8 P& \6 e/ X1 [# N* iand I am not who I was,
; \2 }* e& h$ g* hthough some principle of being ( H8 N' J9 n$ V/ q a
abides, from which I struggle ( o( y; ?2 n6 }" d9 M/ l
not to stray.
& ?7 S7 U" ?5 Q0 v; r% t! bWhen I look behind, : A. Z. ]' e: r# t$ K6 D7 _; S, V
as I am compelled to look
8 j; a5 n! G- sbefore I can gather strength
2 ~) O7 q# a" e! Rto proceed on my journey, 5 p( {; p% D* T; N. a
I see the milestones dwindling ) D1 z' U! J R6 \9 K1 Y
toward the horizon
* d; f% m4 \" w# z9 S h- |8 e7 o: z: ]5 Eand the slow fires trailing
2 k+ u9 i0 w( K! X7 Xfrom the abandoned camp-sites,
4 O9 N N+ q& ^! nover which scavenger angels
- u# q y$ Q8 e9 vwheel on heavy wings.
& o* C* N' B# b TOh, I have made myself a tribe
/ p: y, y0 W+ s6 ]out of my true affections,
! b2 A$ i" O# C2 u2 B) F6 fand my tribe is scattered! * h& y* e0 q+ O# U& h9 ]% L: a
How shall the heart be reconciled / I5 n1 x! b9 H% _( w
to its feast of losses? . c# f& K8 P* b! n1 ~( L
In a rising wind 3 r3 G, v# t% g0 p4 c
the manic dust of my friends,
0 P. @) U; R' m7 d0 Y( \. G' pthose who fell along the way, 0 r9 t. w5 X/ G$ i6 J, M
bitterly stings my face.
9 R( l* F7 S E% \- T% AYet I turn, I turn, 6 y0 n; X; p# k5 d1 T; X
exulting somewhat,
/ a \% H J4 p, Jwith my will intact to go 1 M% C2 J: n# _" B# M" |& e
whereever I need to go,
7 p3 `- k7 Z& b) Sand every stone on the road ~$ V/ r* p' X2 t+ K2 W
precious to me.
* a0 i3 H, n# K2 Y' N) l6 CIn my darkest night, & d6 @# a6 g3 U9 e8 Z1 q
when the moon was covered
8 w& d9 i7 \* a" Band I roamed through wreckage,
& U% C( f: W9 D% N' K$ Fa nimbus-clouded voice & p! J) d) c& z7 D8 c
directed me:
& o c. U: ]4 n; G4 Z8 U"Live in the layers, ' J! L, G5 S$ |5 a# w }0 o, }' q
not on the litter."
% M5 P" S: M. W8 R& {/ T) R. Z3 cThough I lack the art
( x: v4 B, r0 @( ^7 y. vto decipher it, ' X& P* X: V$ I4 p) z( w d
no doubt the next chapter
3 x' P3 `, p' i% Zin my book of transformations
9 v: Q+ ^' k1 y4 C6 `& Nis already written.
4 f% T6 @0 e' q8 T1 K( b: R* v1 ZI am not done with my changes.! d; L8 {- G; b- q, |- J
—Stanley Kunitz# k5 N* f+ l6 j
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