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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
# f2 ~6 e- a8 d/ j- d+ 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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- w7 L% ^# X5 T4 H The layers
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2 u+ c8 L4 c3 w" p1 AI have walked through many websites,/ g; t# J; M- f) E
some of them I like,
+ h3 E5 i/ V. C8 F/ Xand some of them I do not like.2 Z5 t2 g$ Z3 J. n. ~
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
" e' C. o; h( ]+ W& tout of his true affections.$ `1 {( x# q4 T* v- Z' L
I go, I go# G7 g) V* L& D/ ^& q
exulting somewhat, $ f5 \! r. W8 V2 _; ^7 p% L
with my will intact to go
- K4 W* P8 ?. ^- R! g7 n$ D. Wwherever I need to go,. {( j1 ^0 d, {( y: c* T) ~5 ^
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community
+ z) L# J0 M% S$ d& n8 r, PPrecious to me.
# x! } r) U& P6 V4 Y$ g. nIn my darkest night,
- F# i+ y" ^6 ^when the moon was covered4 `1 T5 p/ Y) L9 C# x( m( c
and I roamed through websites,
% |, c+ ^ D, _; Q# N0 y# _- Ya nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice & v8 G5 K0 D' w) ?9 c
directed me:
4 b( I/ n% j8 r! xLive in the layers
0 p) E* J. j( u% unot on the litter.8 c8 ]& _3 H4 q: f! s
Though I lack the art . n0 d# N* Y5 M$ t, P" P
to decipher it,
! |* z3 ?3 ?. q" p) c* ~no doubt the next chaper
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is already written.
# e9 {! Z6 X8 u, o8 N7 l N1 DI love to live with Edmontonchina Community.4 Z. W' P" E, v5 R: l
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原文在此:
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The Layers
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I have walked through many lives, 3 V& s4 o# u$ M8 v
some of them my own,
( v2 w* W% B, k+ X7 v$ mand I am not who I was, , h* d8 V% m& e: y
though some principle of being
# u! J: n2 V% v+ P/ tabides, from which I struggle + u4 ]1 W# M- I3 V+ l" }- q* g- V
not to stray.
' g- p+ z" ?, k. G9 Q4 \2 ]6 uWhen I look behind,
2 `- b& b8 l* q4 m$ ras I am compelled to look
+ d3 S ~. s" v, ?8 H' \) ubefore I can gather strength & N1 i. l) j% Z) U8 |1 n
to proceed on my journey, & v. F2 I3 ^& B- _6 o
I see the milestones dwindling ) \# v0 D# F! t* F; B' P7 G( i
toward the horizon 4 C) h, K: O$ Y% ^. U
and the slow fires trailing
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over which scavenger angels + @4 w8 n9 k) ?
wheel on heavy wings.
1 \5 W' ^1 ~% r* gOh, I have made myself a tribe + o" g5 L8 w B
out of my true affections, * ~/ a. a% W6 o, u% B
and my tribe is scattered! ( Y* l7 [( N3 c7 c9 U: \
How shall the heart be reconciled
8 R5 _( j. P! b/ B% qto its feast of losses? 9 R0 W+ V' H' w1 c, t& ~6 e
In a rising wind
+ J& k- y2 l5 ]; V& Q$ A/ Hthe manic dust of my friends,
; @: u) W9 j8 A' T3 h1 U% D- Xthose who fell along the way, R v2 v2 ^/ a1 Z
bitterly stings my face.
% `5 }$ F9 c) p, K' RYet I turn, I turn, ) O3 k9 u. w& r4 m _% x- J
exulting somewhat,
" W1 I( i( o1 I" @6 _, K" H2 Nwith my will intact to go
% x% b. `, T0 ~5 uwhereever I need to go,
% U5 r b; X% I! _3 Land every stone on the road
# @4 q8 k! k+ q% Bprecious to me.
& P. ~' _: O" `$ v$ PIn my darkest night, 4 { |( J( c& Q- S' z$ v
when the moon was covered : O9 I1 m7 m; b L7 S" v* t
and I roamed through wreckage, 4 L, L* U! N0 R: a% Z+ |# [
a nimbus-clouded voice + L' i% o. n/ Q& i
directed me: 1 y5 q. I4 {8 {- W; y7 E
"Live in the layers,
& `' e- i' D# C+ y0 _4 [not on the litter."
9 d/ ^1 N6 O3 v, n2 @ Q! aThough I lack the art 2 p- o# e1 I& f/ W0 ?! ?. V
to decipher it, 0 U5 e# R+ n/ U
no doubt the next chapter
* x- U0 Q5 w# r# Yin my book of transformations * V) j, I4 }; h0 q/ G
is already written. 8 I ]5 Y/ ^6 g& h1 S( }4 s* m5 ?4 O, G
I am not done with my changes.
( o8 X) o% v) T6 E—Stanley Kunitz
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