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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
: h, ? P1 N) g3 R$ V5 ]( f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, Q; f( Y G5 j" @; U The layers. N" f# B9 I' j& p: |
; M( X) o% v' F G' F0 }% zI have walked through many websites,6 ^( l: i$ {" F q6 r7 Y
some of them I like,5 i: Y L/ f2 r6 t
and some of them I do not like.
: \: ~' H: L, T9 w, cOh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
. u$ s6 p6 j* b; cout of his true affections.- w) @! W- b2 z3 ?6 t
I go, I go ^ O; o- G: b; ?7 V0 D
exulting somewhat,
( J% d! x/ K. I, E7 D, X0 ]with my will intact to go5 ^% ?. g& J' D. ~6 f7 X) [
wherever I need to go,
4 N# k1 y2 X' U/ ^- D' V( Vand every post on the Edmontonchina Community
4 d: w1 m! Y1 b; y# _- jPrecious to me.
% l0 F4 f9 @ E6 r% eIn my darkest night,
, g' b( U% J' Z: z! a& U: ]when the moon was covered
! |$ l+ N9 L; r* _, l. w- [! z: Oand I roamed through websites,
% I: ]3 r! d; b/ t) Va nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice & ~% x( H; z9 P* C& R8 z5 c
directed me:
$ B" X- K- p( h$ f: T# nLive in the layers- d6 M# P, u& n
not on the litter.
, w( O' n( V- `1 aThough I lack the art - Y3 [8 u' S# }" J6 S
to decipher it,) ~5 B; _! ]5 Q9 c! ^( x
no doubt the next chaper
1 a+ J3 z& W9 k( min my book of transformations! W' }5 ]) g3 W/ ?& Z) K, m
is already written.* ^8 T; Y9 I# R8 q( D
I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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3 z# s" x+ t! Z# X( [# q原文在此:
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The Layers
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7 f: P# I+ x1 W6 K vI have walked through many lives,
3 s* {8 @5 r+ j! l. D& n+ o3 Ksome of them my own, 7 J( [& Z# y: w
and I am not who I was,
* G! g7 d* _7 ^8 Pthough some principle of being
6 c8 x8 ^$ w$ w. pabides, from which I struggle % s) t2 o3 h' \; V9 E- g% x
not to stray.
6 r3 T1 @8 B2 P" B8 N. WWhen I look behind, 1 w% }; m8 I( z
as I am compelled to look ' R" G" \. {5 G+ A& `5 ^
before I can gather strength
! N6 d \- i3 y9 {( kto proceed on my journey,
, _/ [, C& p% pI see the milestones dwindling 2 K: {/ Q4 X+ ]* r9 v. w
toward the horizon
: u1 Z- r6 L3 ^ b' {and the slow fires trailing & c, Q8 f" ~* }7 P3 g' F
from the abandoned camp-sites,
. Y9 k. \9 \. u3 W$ Iover which scavenger angels : i; a6 x9 O L8 w( E
wheel on heavy wings.
2 A9 m& ^9 C* c: M) j" |Oh, I have made myself a tribe
{3 K5 J" S$ c8 H2 Uout of my true affections,
$ ^5 g, n' T% hand my tribe is scattered! $ M: P$ n4 c' H
How shall the heart be reconciled
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the manic dust of my friends,
" G% K3 u: e7 ^2 y" r: s1 ^' s2 fthose who fell along the way,
$ F, u% A. }: f( T+ |% x* ybitterly stings my face. & L$ J4 T/ l4 t/ s9 D2 C: r/ [% ]
Yet I turn, I turn,
4 w- [' l/ l6 N7 A; O& Jexulting somewhat,
% B: F& g, ]/ K. L2 J- Ewith my will intact to go . [2 \/ N% [+ E# t F4 o" `
whereever I need to go, ! U- ^, }7 F1 N: k
and every stone on the road ! A% F) d+ P/ _% G" d! j i2 a; x
precious to me. - ~. w; p d5 H* a2 M+ b! o# {
In my darkest night,
% `$ W3 `* H9 Z1 N9 b! vwhen the moon was covered $ R- X2 D! s3 }' M8 ~# o
and I roamed through wreckage,
( |- Z8 G6 `2 J6 c: _2 }a nimbus-clouded voice
1 i8 W0 z! r. Q8 E4 |1 e) Y3 edirected me: ( s. C; P3 N% v/ w; k& k( K
"Live in the layers,
" I! C' {$ F. i/ L1 g# `not on the litter."
4 M5 E# n2 X9 t! B7 T9 c. xThough I lack the art ) b1 `! V1 S! i P
to decipher it, 6 z' a& D0 z1 U- N3 L2 V& Q' W3 l
no doubt the next chapter
, p+ e/ x$ J3 g' m8 D% rin my book of transformations " s @5 a$ I# I! ]6 T5 j, r/ S
is already written. 7 Q" U4 r9 S4 s4 y1 @# ]: n
I am not done with my changes.
: l" _5 H/ v' W7 l! Z1 O—Stanley Kunitz
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