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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
/ O) g, o. ^. 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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" z, L* B& x( b; g7 ^5 U The layers
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I have walked through many websites,+ p% ]1 y5 L. e; W* {
some of them I like,
5 t! X- \3 T+ }' w ]and some of them I do not like.
% g& c' m* J }* c; wOh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
1 [: l8 c/ N. ^out of his true affections.; [) E2 o' Y2 z' ?' [# y
I go, I go
( @ F) J+ `) C; U4 i! _" fexulting somewhat, 9 |+ W% _- R) M: T! y
with my will intact to go
2 d7 F" A5 T9 j4 E Dwherever I need to go, |+ g5 } B- _; K9 a; Q
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community
9 A ~( s' q; u# gPrecious to me.
- `6 W: {0 g1 ]8 q, P. mIn my darkest night,
- y0 k# A2 m9 h1 G G5 nwhen the moon was covered
; K6 f+ v- y! I9 Iand I roamed through websites,- `: |; A/ R3 N. n
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice & v! [7 c0 B0 l. {; z. J
directed me:
6 c+ Z& d& t- ~6 g( BLive in the layers
+ P j/ X% b4 V4 Z' Fnot on the litter.
1 B1 E; R4 G' K' sThough I lack the art ( }3 a* J z% s% y
to decipher it,, I; g, l7 }: Q2 x9 j* {" H$ F
no doubt the next chaper
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8 |% [+ l. c: O0 U, V# V2 i$ ~is already written.* a5 t5 ?5 e1 k+ t
I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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原文在此:
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The Layers, C' h6 q/ F& U' e
; Y `: H4 n+ m3 w" s/ z: |I have walked through many lives,
8 t0 t; _" Z9 Y# h% _some of them my own, 1 w: `5 z' ] m' E- `: ]3 |
and I am not who I was,
: o; { I+ [% u* @, Pthough some principle of being
5 u7 d7 ?5 K) e- E) tabides, from which I struggle
: F5 X- k1 t5 o* p! y7 Mnot to stray. ; W& g0 F8 H+ F2 h; n1 g
When I look behind, # X$ Q5 h, ~ P: i
as I am compelled to look
- T9 d' |. B- Q5 C G, Cbefore I can gather strength
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2 I5 v, ], l2 BI see the milestones dwindling ( G! G9 i( |: Z# T
toward the horizon ! \3 A/ ]& m3 l+ ?$ X `6 ]
and the slow fires trailing
, Y) T5 v3 s+ D3 U0 Yfrom the abandoned camp-sites, ) Y" Z/ G& Q, P2 A+ \# S
over which scavenger angels c1 S' W* [' g
wheel on heavy wings.
9 ^+ {( X$ D4 LOh, I have made myself a tribe
3 q) M; ] e* y6 {1 s Wout of my true affections,
4 L+ h" d+ E' L2 X1 K, V- N S% k+ Tand my tribe is scattered!
. i* L2 ^3 K' w& s9 UHow shall the heart be reconciled
+ [' F2 P' r$ k8 P- |to its feast of losses?
" H c) n+ _: s! R- s) wIn a rising wind
8 X7 I( [. \) l% w0 k0 W0 z* h) Tthe manic dust of my friends, ( l- x0 X7 {, O9 o7 a0 F( B6 E
those who fell along the way,
4 ?: k2 ~4 [6 ~bitterly stings my face. . k4 B% K; d/ L+ L1 ~. p9 Y& M( S
Yet I turn, I turn, . Y( K2 c$ Z' k, Q v
exulting somewhat, * ]8 `( O! [* _) A" M F9 ?
with my will intact to go
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and every stone on the road " x( E- G* v9 e5 O: e% z3 J$ @
precious to me.
+ d. O2 [0 X, L2 } G, Z5 wIn my darkest night, 0 e9 O( U# l9 C! k ~$ c
when the moon was covered
) T; b9 ], D1 m# d9 s: B+ O( band I roamed through wreckage,
6 H) m% }0 `/ F; \# ], p4 I% Ja nimbus-clouded voice
; |5 o7 N1 |0 m& |" B2 v- o$ E& Ydirected me:
7 V* d) }( Q: w1 ^* g# H* e" d0 R- v: n"Live in the layers, : Z) R% T6 ~1 |' l. U
not on the litter."
# q9 u* U: z$ \* v5 w" v, D4 |* p! SThough I lack the art
' Y$ }5 Z- Z# d! d. ^) ^to decipher it,
8 F$ t, G) H" jno doubt the next chapter ; I6 A3 \3 q8 w: u, M; p
in my book of transformations . Q) p4 T, p& g1 y7 Z
is already written. # Q/ w1 o+ G ?! J0 U3 D E
I am not done with my changes.* i9 i c( ]' P% }6 `) `
—Stanley Kunitz4 r- G( O0 q9 C. Y' l/ Y/ Z' e% O6 y
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