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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。" g; K/ [) V" B
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( [3 O5 K# y* J* H$ x8 E
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# W6 R8 t' K* l6 b/ {8 d7 B5 c9 a The layers
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I have walked through many websites,
, G! f1 W1 @, z: K6 Tsome of them I like,
3 c7 O( i$ h: [" Q& O) B8 band some of them I do not like.- j2 g0 K3 f7 g
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe. H9 C1 T- K! Y3 [* C- v
out of his true affections.
0 n7 |. e* |% P( dI go, I go
3 U C$ s! P& W% m5 wexulting somewhat, $ p& W# o( `+ S; w+ b+ ^
with my will intact to go4 K% F: s1 {+ D2 h. L8 Z
wherever I need to go, B3 `, U$ ?( Q- k+ Q# o. T T
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community , l& K x" j* ^: M/ T- m/ I
Precious to me.& b+ C' h ^1 p% f9 ?4 b/ k
In my darkest night, # m4 n. D4 e4 z6 d
when the moon was covered, b! J& c* | B% u8 f
and I roamed through websites,! Z: r) I! I& ]; e! p8 L# f6 m) `
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice 8 k1 f; e8 Y m/ A0 X
directed me:
9 _' p2 G w, ?/ p4 q" ALive in the layers
' }( u8 d) z& Onot on the litter.2 |. o( Q+ U# }1 u+ @0 ` {
Though I lack the art / M1 r0 m& Y4 H8 F* {3 d6 C( C1 a
to decipher it,% c' f& P' h9 z$ g
no doubt the next chaper" T) {4 D7 I: k5 b
in my book of transformations* N" T+ c1 k1 e/ J
is already written.
+ s+ D) Y, r/ w0 `% i6 sI love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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9 q2 J2 b5 t; p8 |原文在此:
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The Layers1 p! H3 B# i4 i3 N9 S1 u
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I have walked through many lives, % \! i [" `; S+ p) R1 R- L
some of them my own,
5 v* b1 T/ E; _$ k- E& ?# q8 _and I am not who I was,
8 s4 N' s2 C7 lthough some principle of being ; ]& z0 ]+ h2 r& ?5 y/ j0 j9 F
abides, from which I struggle : f: m0 I h# q( a' @7 t
not to stray.
' o' ~; k& n/ e& c" IWhen I look behind, 1 S) ]+ s2 U9 R/ H
as I am compelled to look
" I3 l% i% f2 B! P# [; W$ ~4 qbefore I can gather strength
& J% X. L# ]0 Xto proceed on my journey,
2 E/ B" N. ?; j& Z0 V. {I see the milestones dwindling
; K: s7 P- d+ R6 x [3 s: ]; @toward the horizon
7 V4 F; ^" `% Kand the slow fires trailing
7 n$ I$ ^& p* A0 {from the abandoned camp-sites,
6 S4 I% N3 J/ uover which scavenger angels
& J# E& c& Y! [% ]) iwheel on heavy wings.
! G! H6 o* Q& B- lOh, I have made myself a tribe
: O( }: a) U* h3 ^out of my true affections, ) f6 P" [ f* h, `
and my tribe is scattered!
* X# X8 [) ^, J6 FHow shall the heart be reconciled
; b7 V2 A/ h" \# D: M9 rto its feast of losses?
7 S3 b! I# _4 ^, w4 q9 q \: _In a rising wind * f# u/ q0 \# s
the manic dust of my friends,
/ G8 p; G' `3 N# _" ^! T# Wthose who fell along the way,
# G0 j6 [; ^0 K3 ubitterly stings my face.
+ Z: V e6 a8 e5 h c9 J. g. gYet I turn, I turn, ; C2 W. [2 X. f+ u4 y1 a
exulting somewhat,
. ]/ G- o) }' X! M$ {. o: Zwith my will intact to go 6 m; [. s, K c
whereever I need to go,
2 g5 h* r6 j; g# F+ r/ q$ ^" e2 [, ~and every stone on the road 5 [! l+ v. v# T
precious to me.
( H# j$ K2 F" B( [% I, X" s k' @In my darkest night, 3 f: v: {& V* d5 k. T' z
when the moon was covered
% x9 ^% T# X# p# a% o- B2 Iand I roamed through wreckage, 7 y+ p" }* }+ I) [2 `( r2 B! o
a nimbus-clouded voice ' x r9 `4 t" S7 Z" T7 N
directed me: ' c$ H. t4 ~" ^. d* i6 r
"Live in the layers,
" T5 n) j( e. X t6 znot on the litter."
9 t9 V" ~- M1 V2 nThough I lack the art
1 k* u$ i( ]: K Fto decipher it,
" P# v# x' S+ ^5 X& z1 B" C! Yno doubt the next chapter
9 y+ Q5 N$ z# z* b( Y8 e3 ein my book of transformations ) L2 W) p2 A9 u& m# @
is already written. 2 {4 x: R9 _% E& f
I am not done with my changes.2 G5 w, ^1 f `% {1 [) q( \# |0 K
—Stanley Kunitz
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