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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。+ E, p1 |8 f" l9 c$ I9 L
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
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I have walked through many websites,/ V- K' C/ i* N1 p/ m( E
some of them I like,& F- o, f: F! z$ C7 ^
and some of them I do not like.
! ^$ _! e( M# R( vOh, Lao Yang have made a tribe$ `$ |* z3 q& \: L9 L3 A5 g
out of his true affections. T) Y7 t9 ^" d$ z$ z
I go, I go
6 n W: Z7 P1 T4 Qexulting somewhat, 7 e' V/ b: i2 y6 {7 ]; ?
with my will intact to go
# W+ D8 l1 _, g; p3 T vwherever I need to go,2 F) U( A5 w4 p* A
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community ! S# t+ W* o2 L! D! V3 t0 h
Precious to me.' v/ {+ _1 z3 _' E5 k7 D7 @3 J/ `
In my darkest night,
8 }: c @3 @, ~when the moon was covered
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a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice " E% n: P( J" H h0 b
directed me:9 b% `3 E! U- s; U+ z g
Live in the layers
8 i2 N0 Y1 F$ C* `. rnot on the litter.
+ a& J1 }& p) p! s$ F" |1 k, lThough I lack the art
/ e9 g# u# R/ s4 bto decipher it,
7 C$ t" Q2 m7 i$ c1 G Lno doubt the next chaper( ^0 v9 k! I. O# D
in my book of transformations6 I" w+ Z$ J) s+ F5 Z- s
is already written." g' J& N/ H2 \
I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.( e. \3 P+ y% g8 L5 W
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The Layers
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+ E3 f; X( ^6 DI have walked through many lives, * j, Z' q! b: `8 x' x( H
some of them my own,
# t* \0 J# y/ q# Pand I am not who I was,
; v v1 i8 U5 J3 N5 h) _9 N9 Kthough some principle of being
* R: V1 E' R6 T# c, a" o( n7 C( {abides, from which I struggle : X6 Z* T& B8 q- a; k3 R
not to stray.
6 ]0 `6 Q$ L) |( J% MWhen I look behind,
0 z" G( {3 d! W. B. s6 Vas I am compelled to look 2 j9 b* b/ j) G6 z9 J
before I can gather strength 2 M6 x) t' c+ H2 n% H& |
to proceed on my journey,
6 k& I0 X2 {2 r8 c" {2 b2 wI see the milestones dwindling * Y" S+ W+ u2 B) \3 _$ s- o+ d
toward the horizon
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from the abandoned camp-sites, + I* i4 ?7 o; E- ?2 u
over which scavenger angels
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Oh, I have made myself a tribe
4 r2 a7 h' t7 p7 xout of my true affections,
- r" a% U2 M, c4 B; W5 n# p# n* z7 Nand my tribe is scattered!
/ k, b# N Y. j0 qHow shall the heart be reconciled 9 u# e0 O) P8 _
to its feast of losses?
- j- b: W& g t, u+ R* `1 J. uIn a rising wind
& I4 G! @8 l3 o; Sthe manic dust of my friends,
" a O3 z+ h9 g- _7 fthose who fell along the way,
5 s0 ]- }* P) i1 S4 y4 Dbitterly stings my face.
' ~7 d, s. q8 ^0 A; IYet I turn, I turn, & ]" w8 P: ?# B3 |
exulting somewhat,
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whereever I need to go,
+ S+ F6 x- S! D+ {& |& J1 C' Nand every stone on the road 3 j6 ?! x8 x, c5 R' |: }
precious to me.
( s! V6 Y3 B% H7 q4 RIn my darkest night, * s, M2 R0 b' M
when the moon was covered ) E1 o% i8 ]- e; X0 x$ i
and I roamed through wreckage,
( r# P- N3 V6 J0 M: q( |* sa nimbus-clouded voice
# A" i: z$ M/ {& Q0 g# ?" |directed me: . z( x; X0 o6 {1 t
"Live in the layers, 6 q' N' P4 y8 i- W& B0 Q
not on the litter." 4 ]5 Y& `1 E8 w, @$ _- R
Though I lack the art ) t+ A1 X+ M% u$ A9 \
to decipher it, % Y( l2 l6 b! a! N: | \
no doubt the next chapter
1 j0 m, B' k# w0 x( Z1 n, Yin my book of transformations 4 Y5 V. r! z4 q5 P9 B: S! T
is already written.
; j; J6 S3 T' d! s. NI am not done with my changes.
3 c' x/ i- I% H4 ~6 v' L—Stanley Kunitz* E) q+ Q4 T7 N
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