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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。1 R Y6 t" j* A
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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1 T9 a/ v+ P7 X, b& h9 j0 t' h. P The layers, L* `- s% y# M* R
. n! X" f+ D% X& |" e; ~/ e- ZI have walked through many websites," z% S A. S& z. z% h: V2 U2 A
some of them I like,9 l) Y7 ^' R3 j; l& }; s
and some of them I do not like.
4 L6 S! [7 L) I0 {! D) Q! `Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe2 F0 u2 i6 {8 m _% X c% r
out of his true affections.
0 I2 Q g4 D% a2 |$ P D, ^; MI go, I go
+ j( Z% ~, u2 \( c7 I# p5 O, `exulting somewhat,
+ z7 K4 k/ ^( twith my will intact to go0 U9 ]' b9 b* t7 I. h* t: ^
wherever I need to go,
8 {/ g6 O$ A5 Q! c% mand every post on the Edmontonchina Community 6 P/ D/ g4 S0 h& K: C8 s8 q' I) F
Precious to me.
' t/ }' O9 ^+ CIn my darkest night,
[, U/ X$ v" b4 _3 M+ `+ C7 Kwhen the moon was covered
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a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
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Live in the layers! }4 m- _& a: @6 A2 P Z
not on the litter.! D3 D" K9 A/ r8 n2 y3 g
Though I lack the art : c( @6 \0 P6 p# t
to decipher it,
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in my book of transformations( } Q$ e, ]( L/ d2 i+ F
is already written.
5 s) e: L# ^) q& Z! x" [$ vI love to live with Edmontonchina Community.2 S! S! {' Y# I/ W9 ~ L9 t
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2 F$ w2 Q% q4 u# m! g9 i8 vThe Layers4 m2 P5 E2 v3 C5 `8 `2 f
) A& C w6 t8 z" LI have walked through many lives,
5 ]. r, Q% S" D osome of them my own, ) g4 p! {; B( f- e
and I am not who I was, 5 O8 ^, N( [4 s( L
though some principle of being
0 E' ]% E4 v# W& v! Wabides, from which I struggle
* L' }" k* O/ y1 J4 Vnot to stray.
9 m* A$ a, ]- e$ Y, gWhen I look behind, 1 W% _4 m4 {% {1 y1 }
as I am compelled to look
' h+ F. k1 F! c+ xbefore I can gather strength
% T1 G- d: M1 S7 @$ ~$ Q- hto proceed on my journey, * W' S" q7 E6 A2 H" Z
I see the milestones dwindling
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and the slow fires trailing ; n; S5 I4 @( |/ z* f1 ~
from the abandoned camp-sites, . A. l( z, ]4 l' U: ^
over which scavenger angels * K5 ~( I; W! T; d
wheel on heavy wings.
$ ~, o5 E. v) F3 {% q% I1 [0 l. @0 Q6 EOh, I have made myself a tribe
2 _$ x& T$ X( r3 nout of my true affections, : R" R. Y0 j+ k2 G. x! ]5 n
and my tribe is scattered! 8 n) _& E: I0 V1 b( s8 C
How shall the heart be reconciled % m1 n L( u9 Y! \% g
to its feast of losses?
7 b- P0 P/ S8 s. l9 y' S, y( ZIn a rising wind $ P+ w6 ~ u2 `2 k! ^3 O/ q, E
the manic dust of my friends, * m! O* C6 @8 t% J9 T
those who fell along the way, / ?1 Z, W' m6 W1 K/ X
bitterly stings my face.
* ]$ m: i j) w! B8 c6 h SYet I turn, I turn, 5 j% u8 F: u) r7 k% j
exulting somewhat,
7 H* e! V2 L: g$ r: O, V) w; {with my will intact to go
6 z) V4 v6 B" D3 jwhereever I need to go, 0 z+ ?, s7 U6 ~! X& S+ S
and every stone on the road * m0 }+ Q6 w2 l" k8 g0 Q
precious to me. / J& Z0 F2 \6 e& z9 _1 G. F* u
In my darkest night,
# U8 F3 v' w K! M2 f. N( Y8 r! vwhen the moon was covered ( k6 ]5 y% X C5 y
and I roamed through wreckage,
% ]3 {8 W8 _5 m5 o- t: La nimbus-clouded voice
' _/ B3 j9 w( P% E+ h/ ?directed me:
3 A4 X9 E2 J9 W1 a% z( Q4 @' t"Live in the layers,
- R+ q% O& m3 G9 @* j0 ]not on the litter."
) _/ {/ d" Q( k8 P' c3 ]/ m, p( rThough I lack the art
) s+ q. a, o4 b' g( Tto decipher it,
* }& q! {3 A/ c( F( k* gno doubt the next chapter
* ?1 k4 [2 t$ \! L$ l* Hin my book of transformations 3 Z6 i3 }! C! t' V$ ]% K7 n
is already written. ! U& v& i3 M- c. V$ {
I am not done with my changes.
! G& Q# ^6 b; K—Stanley Kunitz
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