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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
( [$ @! O1 |! j! Z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 Kunitz4 t. W2 J4 |- R1 x
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3 P% \' C% K0 }$ j The layers; x" E2 F5 E+ G! @
, l9 M( Z6 W1 D I5 J f+ X! y# GI have walked through many websites,4 G. }# S% Z5 v, A
some of them I like,- b7 |. v" I# Q( X( L
and some of them I do not like.6 Y# b4 H9 z3 l7 [/ z
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
3 q9 A, s& v n! a; h# |out of his true affections.
+ \; l \0 `! _6 bI go, I go; H+ V; S7 y. {- U
exulting somewhat,
' v6 Q% R G6 v' q v$ hwith my will intact to go% t$ m# _1 V7 e% I2 @
wherever I need to go,! ^$ y7 `. b" A, I: f! j! O# h. r9 Q
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community
3 Z& z# ^2 p5 i5 P% K$ ?Precious to me.
; I& b& h! e5 c" ~In my darkest night, # _0 n0 y/ Z- ]! V0 \3 K. b2 ?
when the moon was covered
- }" q& X4 d/ u G3 Q' h1 Z1 tand I roamed through websites,2 E6 i, o% y# C7 B
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice & S" }& B, m4 w" R& G
directed me:
( G" J7 j6 O* Y' {Live in the layers) \7 D1 S O/ |( |) \$ e f, f
not on the litter.
! p/ h) W7 X4 d8 oThough I lack the art
- f2 @: ?1 V4 ` k2 ?" a dto decipher it,
/ {) j; x; \- w. S, D+ }0 O0 g- hno doubt the next chaper
& Q, p- ~; Z7 u- M( {+ j/ ]' `in my book of transformations& P& i, ?/ z2 W1 t
is already written.
* \. {7 o8 h7 `0 B" J- r* nI love to live with Edmontonchina Community.! j4 L+ n9 \2 A( H% |% z
5 A' K, G9 t& k, ~+ L5 j9 \原文在此:
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& w K2 q. v" j$ u- \4 KThe Layers
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I have walked through many lives, / R) F! z- H7 k
some of them my own,
. f& o) V8 s4 G7 Y+ D& X0 Band I am not who I was, ) f. C# G- z+ G8 D
though some principle of being
: v* E# c1 Y* c4 J, B! v: dabides, from which I struggle
. L$ L9 g/ I$ V( gnot to stray.
% h0 D( Z# p+ g' P# P( |- EWhen I look behind, / F. t M8 `! s9 D
as I am compelled to look
4 G+ l L* d0 ^9 w( sbefore I can gather strength
. h, u. k7 w4 R7 ]to proceed on my journey, , \; J7 D# P, G4 g5 I9 Y
I see the milestones dwindling + v) u/ h4 c) \3 R+ g- Q
toward the horizon 9 M9 ~$ C5 D( {+ m, g$ H, X
and the slow fires trailing : u, E& K) I- v, U! b
from the abandoned camp-sites, - H) x3 Y. d0 ^8 B7 G/ ^. b
over which scavenger angels
2 ]6 J' M7 |3 iwheel on heavy wings.
$ ~" R0 D; Q& d+ v5 {7 n Z4 Z- MOh, I have made myself a tribe " k2 [6 O& ~9 H$ C
out of my true affections,
# _; B: h$ r3 v: Pand my tribe is scattered! % n0 z- q- M8 H5 j, p& H! O
How shall the heart be reconciled
" n3 l/ f& O; X6 S" {( u* E: d9 z3 uto its feast of losses? 8 {, h+ D/ X) S( k1 D; R
In a rising wind
0 h g% H: J- o/ \% Uthe manic dust of my friends,
# [6 e9 S9 V; r9 Bthose who fell along the way,
: J" x$ T- C6 g8 c/ y, j! Tbitterly stings my face. + R% \* j. ^2 o; l
Yet I turn, I turn, / I- _ Q7 a. O! p1 ?2 b( P
exulting somewhat,
6 | C& A: {9 _with my will intact to go ( n8 y3 J- B. B7 k& X
whereever I need to go,
4 s5 R5 F; N( h" j, v. ?' R. A$ c+ iand every stone on the road
9 h( B8 y9 f- ? S8 E; Kprecious to me. ! U. f3 O4 s4 Y9 d" v @( g. O
In my darkest night, * V8 _* D% K0 }+ A- n. x8 {% \
when the moon was covered , z( I7 c4 Y |9 m8 N1 ~ s) Y3 A
and I roamed through wreckage, 3 I; Z! p4 D" L) i5 h
a nimbus-clouded voice 8 O( \0 _% c# E, p! R
directed me:
) n- n* g& [) E$ v( a) l"Live in the layers, & I' k$ X2 _' c. ^ ~3 P
not on the litter." & a2 @. Y- `+ I& ? a6 t
Though I lack the art
" s& E! f2 V8 B3 G7 H/ @& Ito decipher it, 5 C2 Z" b5 b- b. T/ g( k$ V
no doubt the next chapter 2 B ~) ~& t6 L3 o& X, d- [
in my book of transformations * D0 }0 Q1 F! J0 B
is already written. + @- ?+ u' Z" h* R p3 `! F
I am not done with my changes.
c+ K. [0 B) M+ g* c0 Q/ S: w—Stanley Kunitz
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