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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。( r$ `7 O/ ^8 j: Q; K# n( \
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," l4 A1 R# m5 Q
some of them I like,
( `; q3 t9 V0 X1 L% aand some of them I do not like.
: b) y! B x! j6 Y! [; ]Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
i# @0 e! R* pout of his true affections.
% C. ]8 H/ A: {+ `' k+ [I go, I go
7 \! e/ [8 z% K9 o" h3 _exulting somewhat,
9 O/ l; q: I0 K" W$ B, E& Rwith my will intact to go
7 { e0 r& K) O; B8 }wherever I need to go,/ ?7 O5 [' K- n7 n# }' r9 I9 i8 @6 Z
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community
- P7 V8 ^* i5 M, uPrecious to me.
1 G7 V8 F5 W; wIn my darkest night, : L" I+ ]. t5 z) B
when the moon was covered( d) j4 v" m! ^- l f& c4 Z
and I roamed through websites,
( s4 f+ X+ ~; M3 \6 Wa nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice 7 @- o4 O5 a- k4 O% d7 M% Z# _5 a A
directed me:
0 A8 U3 A$ g OLive in the layers
3 L; L( U: |: B( ]# C% dnot on the litter.& Q a" Y4 K; K8 x
Though I lack the art . v% l6 V5 v: E! {8 [" ~" p% ]
to decipher it,& w8 \( _3 }; U W* X8 T+ D9 ^/ @
no doubt the next chaper8 N8 H; K) \4 W- t/ g4 \ [
in my book of transformations+ y& w8 O- C. y: Y. Y
is already written.
, _" w1 ^2 i6 k2 m2 T8 ~& pI love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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原文在此:
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The Layers
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I have walked through many lives, + p* i: B( t5 m$ Q4 f& v7 l9 p! G
some of them my own, 1 n+ l+ A1 d8 o. C2 }
and I am not who I was,
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abides, from which I struggle & E9 `( F6 V) D; p3 T- n2 Y
not to stray. * O0 S- F5 d8 k8 D( {
When I look behind, # B- z, E L0 T7 X" m8 T
as I am compelled to look
* H4 m5 r% n% {6 Z3 U0 F; qbefore I can gather strength
, d5 ^+ w# o& P# j/ Dto proceed on my journey, 7 X( V: c/ A, I) M% z/ N' m
I see the milestones dwindling
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4 g8 h4 O( V8 b1 M* o8 Y! |' T- @) l* oand the slow fires trailing
1 Y! ^% y! z/ _* ]+ B4 Gfrom the abandoned camp-sites,
2 {! v) K6 I4 R( ]* pover which scavenger angels
/ d& `) Q9 O+ R1 mwheel on heavy wings. 5 ~; H8 J7 m ]2 P" ]% O& S" Z& B' ~- N
Oh, I have made myself a tribe
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and my tribe is scattered! / i5 k7 R2 ]9 M
How shall the heart be reconciled 1 I9 n- E" H2 W/ E
to its feast of losses? J6 T; S+ x& H; c, \, n9 S
In a rising wind
. c% X I2 B* }' K Ethe manic dust of my friends,
3 z, b( s, F% `/ Y% R7 T" Athose who fell along the way, 5 p" }2 f) O, f: K2 }8 h8 \9 |
bitterly stings my face. 8 E4 \% C8 w" F p
Yet I turn, I turn,
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with my will intact to go 3 w( \$ M: B4 D+ [5 m0 a' }
whereever I need to go, ) N9 A1 ]2 ^8 m& h2 Q. Z" w
and every stone on the road
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In my darkest night,
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and I roamed through wreckage, 6 R. M0 i3 Z9 ~# _, y
a nimbus-clouded voice ( n" V& T, a4 L0 s+ F' p
directed me: 7 A& K; S+ o* F2 y) \
"Live in the layers,
) b0 l. F( _, Mnot on the litter."
" ]: P3 }( D6 @, nThough I lack the art : o' e+ W5 _7 K9 o
to decipher it,
5 H* n; y6 \3 B Jno doubt the next chapter
; Z; b! A# D* K3 x1 Hin my book of transformations + l! t1 w2 K! B2 y. x1 U. g% [* Z
is already written. # O4 q0 c/ s7 U( }
I am not done with my changes.2 |) e2 l- F( [+ {. q5 f
—Stanley Kunitz$ J( F8 s5 {) ?' K9 s, M
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