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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。+ F; N" K$ b" I" R4 H
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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The layers- g) A2 z$ I# _2 M: @6 W" |
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I have walked through many websites, {. g( R" _6 j% d) j% r
some of them I like,
0 D. M4 ~9 a6 ^& _( V4 }and some of them I do not like.
3 [# [3 ^4 M# P% EOh, Lao Yang have made a tribe+ f" ^0 \" I2 G+ E6 C3 S P
out of his true affections.. N, r0 A3 G' ?
I go, I go+ E8 [% e$ B6 }4 x6 r# V
exulting somewhat,
" f* D6 L+ Y! z% Zwith my will intact to go# N% V. d3 q7 i% ~+ C9 Q
wherever I need to go,
! T C7 l+ ~, e# \6 Uand every post on the Edmontonchina Community
; o* Q/ e+ L7 mPrecious to me.
p& S! {; U5 o2 s6 U8 a# G! oIn my darkest night, $ E2 u) t3 a& B& `" _( N7 |" j
when the moon was covered
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a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice + f+ I* F- x7 X( \4 }4 M
directed me:$ H9 o# h; ]% m6 m$ W5 K% R
Live in the layers1 [. N o5 Q; K u$ B t6 l
not on the litter.
) l/ n. N9 B. gThough I lack the art
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no doubt the next chaper M" Q5 t& i4 o. g2 b( r
in my book of transformations
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I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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4 [# d& d+ `5 ^. a9 m# R原文在此:
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* C1 v8 u" g" C* pThe Layers- t2 G7 h0 X' _3 M- ~9 k
@' ^" J( m- b$ Y0 Y6 J1 K: [: r! [- sI have walked through many lives, . F* D! k, F v) ]! N
some of them my own,
, T( p2 k m7 a I( Tand I am not who I was,
( o6 }/ Z2 D' e/ ]* Ithough some principle of being
- r% t2 j" h& C9 f; \. Aabides, from which I struggle 8 G& { q% ]) Q, ^; s
not to stray. . v ^* ~: I5 O, [
When I look behind, 7 ^' T- d; v. P8 [
as I am compelled to look
1 l, _* @$ [ l+ A/ }+ Nbefore I can gather strength
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I see the milestones dwindling
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and the slow fires trailing % j. i* G V1 m) h7 O
from the abandoned camp-sites,
# Y' |3 [9 R+ x! b/ e$ y# q8 mover which scavenger angels % L' `9 W2 m- z& h' K) P7 ~
wheel on heavy wings. / q2 ~6 r3 l' k7 W) y: w' z5 Z
Oh, I have made myself a tribe
! k# I# p& y4 R5 I$ B5 } oout of my true affections,
* {$ s- _% D6 i8 ], {% Q: ~and my tribe is scattered!
- T% k% K5 H4 O" q' S; OHow shall the heart be reconciled ) }% s0 ?1 a9 Q
to its feast of losses?
# z' d9 G2 B) j# c+ C( PIn a rising wind $ E z; x4 ? @& u
the manic dust of my friends, ( p2 M5 |5 L1 |1 [
those who fell along the way, 1 c9 S" Q( y4 `9 {7 L$ ?2 q+ z
bitterly stings my face. ( A8 _( {7 q% O9 V
Yet I turn, I turn, 4 g- Y: }+ [. I8 |; u
exulting somewhat, 0 L; z1 }0 L3 R4 f) J! u4 w
with my will intact to go ; O- n, h, U- K8 G& [2 U$ f) p
whereever I need to go, 9 p# W+ R) f2 s9 Q' {% s6 `+ g* ^
and every stone on the road : B0 ?# l2 u/ {- T5 ]2 @+ K
precious to me.
/ f* c+ Z9 Z6 D; ?9 P/ E4 TIn my darkest night, 3 P7 }" l; ]( i
when the moon was covered b; ?1 Q4 L* R# z' K5 U1 i/ {8 f
and I roamed through wreckage, & W. [1 X- j3 P, m
a nimbus-clouded voice / t; }& L I4 }) `
directed me:
2 {3 O+ \/ L9 Y% w2 \6 y' \"Live in the layers,
! g9 t$ B, Z1 B; N- M7 g. H1 fnot on the litter."
+ H f8 @' }! n- k8 EThough I lack the art 0 D* @. a) I, _6 R% }9 z
to decipher it, $ I9 i. C5 }* c. U' |, x
no doubt the next chapter
/ ~3 N: E a3 Q, _) x9 xin my book of transformations
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I am not done with my changes.
3 Q1 L9 d. R1 ]. s—Stanley Kunitz
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