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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
# U; M0 d' c" q8 p4 A2 U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" y0 S/ t0 W+ S
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: A u( s* `+ }2 a- ]7 B The layers( f/ c5 O; ] D& X* [' U
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I have walked through many websites,+ l3 f* w9 j8 O: R- [% x0 d
some of them I like,& b- ~/ ~! d, O' s0 x+ |
and some of them I do not like.# H4 I% A Y7 Q, ~
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe8 B, l3 `) J) N8 K. f& A7 w
out of his true affections.( N. t) g8 n2 `3 O
I go, I go+ p6 [% p7 }5 W
exulting somewhat, , H0 s; g4 W( t& D. }$ I6 v# Z
with my will intact to go6 N7 H: M7 y+ y" C6 m5 s6 z
wherever I need to go,
3 `7 k- g0 A( n' }9 tand every post on the Edmontonchina Community
$ e6 Y" e0 L* c) x" w9 s% i" M0 YPrecious to me., B0 n- J* Q( L5 d; ~7 l
In my darkest night,
" j% c4 a9 ~4 z( r D# owhen the moon was covered
: Z2 M+ s' M. T* h# {. @5 oand I roamed through websites,$ d, Q/ o0 n* e; c# v& }& y) _) Z
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice 8 ^0 o+ ]* k$ d6 e
directed me:( @- H2 t* o& T5 ?" p+ d4 U1 o
Live in the layers( k+ o$ ~) ]2 \; D: O K* T* b
not on the litter.
4 D4 X( l. n! }' T- |& SThough I lack the art
R+ j+ x( S e4 }to decipher it,
% i7 K T) ^( b7 e3 z; Dno doubt the next chaper
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is already written.
0 ~' V2 Y- o7 i! jI love to live with Edmontonchina Community.6 M# ~8 Z0 A, k/ J9 [4 a
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原文在此:
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The Layers
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I have walked through many lives, 4 [8 w0 q/ i9 J$ q' ~1 h
some of them my own, / C# ?, C5 o6 T: e% J) ~, L
and I am not who I was,
* Q$ Z& A6 Z% F6 }' R" u) X: Mthough some principle of being
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not to stray. ( b, O( H% F* g. u, K
When I look behind,
+ O& Q) D* W; U3 D8 K" B% |1 Uas I am compelled to look
8 z' n& [- p6 p3 K0 ?before I can gather strength
4 u' q" v- J' j; |to proceed on my journey, $ ^ G! R% c) U' {: L) G& K7 r
I see the milestones dwindling 0 @; z9 P9 r' ~; T- O
toward the horizon M) c2 k4 U( X8 O( I
and the slow fires trailing # D3 h9 K2 J# H1 O* H" Z z
from the abandoned camp-sites, + d2 X7 K/ q! D" p; A6 P0 s5 m
over which scavenger angels 7 v! m4 D. I2 K. t* D6 P2 d
wheel on heavy wings. ! {' i: D0 u/ R" j# Z6 ~3 B( l: l1 o
Oh, I have made myself a tribe
7 V, C" Q( e5 ^1 Xout of my true affections, ( g& }* R# } ?. K6 Q/ b
and my tribe is scattered! " c( x$ A5 ~: C
How shall the heart be reconciled
$ Y$ \6 g- ~0 ]& L8 ato its feast of losses? ( C2 ?3 ]9 u6 x O [
In a rising wind ' G: E" K4 u% a7 ^- o: x% E* U
the manic dust of my friends, 8 ]1 A9 J4 d* m' u6 V. h
those who fell along the way,
- k2 L9 v) O1 d; E; a* D) D& T5 ^bitterly stings my face. " m8 D& o% [2 z/ E7 B8 n* F( }
Yet I turn, I turn, " |( U: D% Z5 F
exulting somewhat, p7 {" u% n) W3 R; T$ t( K
with my will intact to go
, v* B# s7 V( \8 t1 Vwhereever I need to go,
5 l, }5 N { l6 k' N" j$ ]and every stone on the road
|4 m/ L, [1 {5 X( Pprecious to me.
$ K* {2 W, }5 r7 a+ g6 ?1 uIn my darkest night,
% _, c8 b3 d, m0 Wwhen the moon was covered 3 t" u" d1 B( _( t& R5 A# J9 U
and I roamed through wreckage, : X9 P( s, k7 J
a nimbus-clouded voice , z3 H4 y) D& y; g* `' V
directed me: $ S) j4 H% Y5 A: I* e/ s, n7 Y2 A
"Live in the layers,
8 x z& g! e7 _) tnot on the litter."
) P+ c" z6 C- Z, O) x( w& RThough I lack the art % D: G9 T R7 n7 B8 W% U
to decipher it, 0 u" R" P2 R+ } i% F
no doubt the next chapter
9 z; Y# G% b8 }in my book of transformations , C4 @3 x; S, p. u( L6 m& X
is already written. 4 [* i" B1 }5 A# S: \4 }
I am not done with my changes.
* k7 X" W9 ^ _* a( \—Stanley Kunitz: y$ v; _! @6 J+ y1 i5 v2 q8 P+ l
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