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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。" `% M4 a, b ]2 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: }" D& c4 F- i: E7 h8 v
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The layers
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I have walked through many websites,& M' I% O8 X' O8 c; I8 D( V
some of them I like,
; x2 R$ y) |1 G7 |$ G% n7 B7 Z, x( Wand some of them I do not like.
# z% R8 p2 r. P, C3 k0 q4 |+ J" [Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe. o! {! ^9 `, h
out of his true affections.
0 X/ B# U" c, }I go, I go
6 X) k1 {0 I+ Z5 _exulting somewhat,
2 `0 O: W( F2 b' s& k( swith my will intact to go
9 ~- k' c7 U; A0 k" Gwherever I need to go,
& Y5 b- `5 m9 d8 G1 Eand every post on the Edmontonchina Community
1 p# M" [: }* V) b' NPrecious to me.
G: e: _4 \% E5 ^$ X$ `( EIn my darkest night, 8 y0 v6 d: i& g! m7 O- ]( C0 A
when the moon was covered
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a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
& l4 ~9 N, J" F/ pdirected me:
; w' ^/ W. v: l. `% ~3 ]Live in the layers, B4 ?1 S/ O+ N+ K; C
not on the litter.
' A& ]+ v' K( I$ n2 ]Though I lack the art 2 V. Z! R3 f8 _
to decipher it,
. y6 [) |( h' { d! E# ^no doubt the next chaper
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is already written.
7 F1 N' Q" S5 d" c; G& EI love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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7 m- [% U4 h5 y/ d; ?原文在此:
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The Layers2 @6 s' q/ a7 I; A8 e
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I have walked through many lives, & n* v) I( e& O1 E* R
some of them my own, 4 h7 u6 W0 W( q& R- D4 T) m
and I am not who I was,
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abides, from which I struggle
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6 |- L( V$ m( m# C- S* z$ ?When I look behind, 7 _* h5 {! l/ [/ I' |- }1 m+ \5 A
as I am compelled to look
8 r, J. P% C5 |5 Y( N3 M3 n6 vbefore I can gather strength ; K0 k" s0 H3 H) ]+ z2 |* `7 G3 e8 t' K
to proceed on my journey, 8 ~& B* J' ~8 N
I see the milestones dwindling
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# C7 T2 |+ C2 y2 mand the slow fires trailing ) I' x9 W6 g7 F V# c! U& ?' o
from the abandoned camp-sites,
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wheel on heavy wings.
' {* h2 F5 P0 A7 v x! `Oh, I have made myself a tribe + b2 T/ R! O; r% I) C& _
out of my true affections,
9 A/ \3 e1 G2 e6 v, J" |and my tribe is scattered! . H8 Y6 o1 y9 P& Q, i4 T
How shall the heart be reconciled ( I3 S5 |0 x' N
to its feast of losses? ; t# V+ G5 j2 D4 T7 N4 m3 I( _ {7 `4 W6 u
In a rising wind 2 j! a5 d% f0 m# L5 w) W
the manic dust of my friends,
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bitterly stings my face. 6 o3 G2 ? K+ w, I
Yet I turn, I turn, : K' k* n% l) K! \5 v' {5 w8 H
exulting somewhat,
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whereever I need to go,
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precious to me. 9 F& i3 N* S. m* S' M7 E- ?; ?: K
In my darkest night,
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9 ]" N4 G( ^& S& ~; g& i( iand I roamed through wreckage, ) a! ~" A) g6 @ n* u: e7 s8 J6 ^
a nimbus-clouded voice
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% U$ w9 m( H8 E! n+ N"Live in the layers, + H) J# h# k1 w# q8 P0 r5 e
not on the litter."
* @& \4 R- b, y9 X6 `7 q. T, gThough I lack the art 3 Q, i4 [5 P; e$ Z) g, M* u& R
to decipher it,
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in my book of transformations
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& O& i0 J" Y: E' I4 h* b: {I am not done with my changes.
x( S9 W) t+ b! g) N- D/ W—Stanley Kunitz
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