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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
; j% t1 T6 ^+ X7 q# U2 \' c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, ^; M$ ~7 M. Z& ~8 C
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The layers
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I have walked through many websites,
! |% a6 k1 R w3 vsome of them I like,
0 C2 n" e1 r$ Q9 l/ U! tand some of them I do not like.
- D" g A, e+ Y+ R$ K7 ]2 yOh, Lao Yang have made a tribe+ B# Y! `! S0 g+ H5 _) z! f/ u
out of his true affections.
2 I0 X* h+ J( A$ C- Q- g9 U$ S4 {I go, I go# R6 P5 e B" |9 |5 t5 v4 H
exulting somewhat, ) J; a9 E- a8 @. I% m% a
with my will intact to go- n# Y2 `2 p, a. v
wherever I need to go,) v; e4 K5 L& N2 @+ `2 V2 D
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community . x, r) M% W j7 N& V7 d
Precious to me.
3 _" J& K3 C$ e8 XIn my darkest night, ( W& p# ?/ I2 z5 A8 B
when the moon was covered7 `/ v/ `9 h" u3 g
and I roamed through websites,! f" p. y8 n ~# q5 h5 }
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
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Live in the layers
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Though I lack the art
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no doubt the next chaper! U% [* l& Z9 D' E# g3 M0 t8 U
in my book of transformations' p: G' K( i0 I7 [; p$ A# j- ]
is already written.
% H, h( D7 e, ^$ U9 ~ h9 s$ @I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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* e5 C" P( Z* [% ]. l6 C原文在此:
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The Layers% ^- L# P1 { D, Z( m
# |7 t6 H3 m' }# D4 `I have walked through many lives,
- }. d# q: F# K+ v4 rsome of them my own,
5 a4 |8 _* [! y: ]3 xand I am not who I was,
" y0 f3 Z% e/ b7 i! ]though some principle of being 7 S0 J; G/ M/ w1 _- \) V W
abides, from which I struggle : u { P% Z# M/ |- A& p6 U4 [
not to stray.
. X' V. {, f" h/ LWhen I look behind,
4 ^! E. g1 K v( [' D. c4 eas I am compelled to look ( Y2 p% ^/ a- r8 l
before I can gather strength * ~2 E- d; V' F5 x8 `
to proceed on my journey,
) x+ ^! E; y9 f& R, VI see the milestones dwindling
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7 {+ n4 I& M. ~6 jand the slow fires trailing
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over which scavenger angels 1 ^, v4 @+ I$ E8 F
wheel on heavy wings. 6 T3 n5 Y( a3 ^( e0 v2 @1 \6 Z8 r
Oh, I have made myself a tribe
3 _" I# z; v8 H! Xout of my true affections,
2 o- f" \5 E1 Fand my tribe is scattered!
8 u& P% K b$ g8 R$ Z' R! j2 [3 ]$ IHow shall the heart be reconciled
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the manic dust of my friends,
, U" i3 q3 x7 i$ b7 k) h0 n6 Nthose who fell along the way,
% @! M- t: J- V( U( r# Nbitterly stings my face. 0 D- _1 ?, y8 f# v6 E' M v
Yet I turn, I turn, / l% `' |& E8 [* L
exulting somewhat, n. _, W& @* x) B8 {$ T
with my will intact to go ' j" I( o/ c7 S* y; m
whereever I need to go, ! K2 \% y+ V: U7 k$ Y v. d! q' u9 u
and every stone on the road
: A; A; [- S# Q3 z6 |' O/ lprecious to me. ' Y6 _; r: Z# M4 B( x) P+ u
In my darkest night, ) Y4 n6 S c% u) s
when the moon was covered . O4 x; w0 A* L# }# J
and I roamed through wreckage, " J7 u5 Y- v3 |
a nimbus-clouded voice - z/ j( w4 B* t. G# |, ]6 Y
directed me: 6 @/ ~1 l) z7 M- h
"Live in the layers, ) \) J; W! m& N5 W% M
not on the litter." / R4 B0 @0 A6 g$ S2 f5 G
Though I lack the art
- e5 d1 H& M. N5 ~) @0 Jto decipher it,
/ Y9 ~) j# n! M, N+ h5 W0 o' ?4 x4 [no doubt the next chapter 9 H( P# Q$ d" F
in my book of transformations
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! k% q6 D) b) u3 m# sI am not done with my changes.
) S9 n. k% v. p( M—Stanley Kunitz3 x5 R$ }5 }# w
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