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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 L% v8 v- Y! O* T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* }5 p+ p1 s0 A0 p) C
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The layers
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) O `# J( R0 i8 V6 V' ]& gI have walked through many websites,* I$ ^0 F1 D( {' o8 c
some of them I like,, ?0 b3 }9 t2 L( e& u. C) V( A
and some of them I do not like.
n7 H2 e2 M4 {# s5 F9 [Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe3 q5 g- J- k" p+ C- N8 O! R' F
out of his true affections.; u$ P6 _- x, s$ j" [3 y, Z
I go, I go# G' c2 ~$ q+ i6 g
exulting somewhat, . I$ ~2 L3 E A' x% H0 v/ }
with my will intact to go! `+ x9 K# n. e: P
wherever I need to go,; o% a! v& H) ~! d; Y7 Q
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community
0 y- N% a3 O2 D( ^; |Precious to me.& N S2 u4 y. N' u9 c, K
In my darkest night,
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/ I8 m9 Z: _3 O0 o land I roamed through websites,, X: _! w; i+ U; E1 O* d
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice + T9 F, [" Q# w
directed me:) ]- V$ K4 l! u# r4 F$ I
Live in the layers' i) b; T2 ]/ F& t7 _, x" p+ L
not on the litter.( k; g) s, K9 W
Though I lack the art C7 t- ~+ `& @9 u2 ?# F Z/ W
to decipher it,; \. n: J5 `6 t3 K0 E
no doubt the next chaper
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is already written.& R; F4 b+ T5 W4 O2 `
I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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. i5 q2 m A7 m: g) T6 {+ A2 cThe Layers% ?: \" U$ N" ?9 i% z1 M
' H5 m0 L- p, Y) EI have walked through many lives, 7 c! Z, ^( ^% m7 u6 e
some of them my own,
: M, {2 V6 H2 _: @* yand I am not who I was, & U- }5 p0 ^; }6 S( h/ Q
though some principle of being
4 ?2 p% t; U2 t8 eabides, from which I struggle ) W* ]! f8 a, a$ ?, F( }0 m
not to stray. 9 M% i7 F [0 _4 }. K/ P
When I look behind, ' R$ e$ c3 I0 W* m1 H5 K
as I am compelled to look
9 d% e1 A' ~$ i/ H( D ubefore I can gather strength 7 U1 a; c, q5 ]$ b8 }; C
to proceed on my journey, - i* F0 R" o: Z3 C3 _: I ?8 Y$ o) f
I see the milestones dwindling 7 Q4 {6 _& v% @. q2 ^: I
toward the horizon . H9 S( s( h, o" ?9 S
and the slow fires trailing
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, E7 ~5 C" u! ^* {" `over which scavenger angels
3 J* l0 ], W" |wheel on heavy wings.
4 d: R* s# c* s# g. V& J7 QOh, I have made myself a tribe ( u: I* F: f1 \% y* m$ x( A* ^( P Z
out of my true affections,
! @( k( ^9 m, Yand my tribe is scattered! ! D! H# w" t9 ]5 P, Z$ }
How shall the heart be reconciled & K9 M1 p& @9 q
to its feast of losses?
2 s# E6 z# s5 a+ }& gIn a rising wind
8 R9 m0 V# u( X5 O3 pthe manic dust of my friends,
- G5 Z' V8 L) a* Kthose who fell along the way,
- K7 }! K- b6 f) ]6 g, V; a( Obitterly stings my face.
3 X, h/ o6 t+ q4 r/ S: Y9 TYet I turn, I turn,
1 _* m( j3 \( g( P8 d* f ^" qexulting somewhat,
~0 I6 M6 {0 H/ k& [! ewith my will intact to go & k) _1 B/ d% G( I5 X
whereever I need to go,
% n! e( A2 x( h9 J5 w( ~9 p7 b$ Zand every stone on the road
" i( ]% d0 ]' \) F1 Oprecious to me. , i3 A+ _3 x4 l
In my darkest night,
& ~/ Y$ R9 ~ [2 P7 gwhen the moon was covered ) x7 q) H% l0 K3 L. G3 k. Z
and I roamed through wreckage, 9 Y% X. m: d( c
a nimbus-clouded voice % t9 {4 N; e+ @: X
directed me: : |( C! d- v7 M) o& H9 C
"Live in the layers,
; t7 {! k) f, ]7 y0 j# K) R9 znot on the litter."
% ^* s0 a) q$ W4 SThough I lack the art # J9 Z7 R4 W! [$ E+ _1 O3 z# A
to decipher it,
+ s$ [4 X. @6 C% F: Y+ y* p# zno doubt the next chapter
f) ^7 e$ Q5 v& d( Fin my book of transformations ! }( [6 e0 x8 |3 }1 Z w) v- I
is already written. 4 f/ P0 E# t- Y( Q3 U1 y5 g; w
I am not done with my changes.$ Y4 A5 U+ \3 n: c1 M- c* t( w
—Stanley Kunitz
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