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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。/ [$ @! H4 K4 g1 o
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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% J# @% H. y& H# O+ K, \ The layers' I5 Q3 O. E3 Z2 e* [+ l0 d* D/ x; E
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I have walked through many websites,# |2 u3 l: a, i
some of them I like,
$ t8 M! ] _* Y; P4 v/ ~and some of them I do not like.) ?1 b8 v7 W. {
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
6 v8 N( t% f# w% Sout of his true affections.6 f) ~* U) q& U$ T" N
I go, I go; }: D) F+ P7 S. |4 Q8 u( o
exulting somewhat,
# E5 O. b" N1 y5 W* K2 C4 Zwith my will intact to go$ n0 v. W+ x0 q6 J( D. N4 ~
wherever I need to go,
0 {, c( A. |" ^ f( e: eand every post on the Edmontonchina Community # j! r+ L; N- |5 f2 v
Precious to me.
9 A7 S. G7 `0 _9 AIn my darkest night, 6 {% M% [5 `/ r0 u* p! i9 {
when the moon was covered
: V" ]0 g& X; Eand I roamed through websites,
) A# u" z* |! C( D, z. L7 b% Aa nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
. O( {- c6 r K6 V/ odirected me: f) F! A5 x+ _& `) U
Live in the layers
* s; r2 N6 F i" D; Q; T2 E6 B$ h! Nnot on the litter.
! {0 m" V* j" M6 d, FThough I lack the art
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no doubt the next chaper8 V' J. T* B1 `
in my book of transformations
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I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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5 i M1 I, x' e. L& ~/ bThe Layers I7 m, v4 n( L' K' D0 K! _
, }2 l& C* i( @* H# ^! ^I have walked through many lives, 7 Z" i7 _9 L! T: g' l0 n2 w
some of them my own,
4 e8 d; O/ O' eand I am not who I was, ; r$ l$ }, t' n Z. r4 U
though some principle of being
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not to stray. 4 s9 b8 N% f. [4 j2 i" D8 J
When I look behind,
7 k! v3 S0 P: n$ l7 y! a) ias I am compelled to look * H- F+ T* q# o1 r/ c
before I can gather strength
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4 s$ q$ \+ e z3 E0 @# PI see the milestones dwindling 8 }( ?: x& O# Y( U2 T
toward the horizon
$ t2 I5 `- R6 Y% Sand the slow fires trailing 9 X" [; b5 [6 V
from the abandoned camp-sites, : e# U. I" T0 Z; l+ r1 D0 n
over which scavenger angels
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' {' j7 B( G5 Y0 L! X E! K9 o5 cOh, I have made myself a tribe
" d* K) i! J! hout of my true affections,
" u+ L$ n" T1 N8 x/ F- pand my tribe is scattered!
8 g# f, t3 J. k( }9 _9 w, _How shall the heart be reconciled
$ X8 U1 Y! Q- O5 \to its feast of losses?
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the manic dust of my friends,
* [# U" J) d. _ e' Vthose who fell along the way,
! ]3 Z2 v, G8 R: G: o+ p9 Ibitterly stings my face.
4 Q, P* K1 O5 R+ W$ h- KYet I turn, I turn, * K$ _* a1 r; k3 a- K5 f
exulting somewhat,
- \) ^% D& d2 Fwith my will intact to go
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% ]/ q' F. s2 F" C* x1 o1 gand every stone on the road 8 u9 C- b2 f( m, L. J5 H
precious to me. . }8 b' u. r* ~8 A( V
In my darkest night,
/ {- {, \" y% O( }2 mwhen the moon was covered
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a nimbus-clouded voice
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"Live in the layers, m8 t3 A* Q' q' m z
not on the litter." " n1 g, Y$ z. P, u u3 a" h
Though I lack the art 7 W1 r: X& {/ e' U6 b3 P" p4 T
to decipher it,
! H9 P" _* }0 n8 @/ q$ Y$ rno doubt the next chapter 0 ]" }5 a, x; k3 k
in my book of transformations
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I am not done with my changes.
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