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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。" I( x0 s" Z0 a& v4 O' 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 Kunitz: a; E2 u4 Y. q6 G& J' c
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' {* ^% }6 `5 v/ n The layers
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I have walked through many websites,
* {# @ W- `2 J+ \some of them I like,
. C( t, L: q/ e* \ yand some of them I do not like.; T; c N: `& S% f: [
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
- |+ J) `8 g" ]; j7 R5 Kout of his true affections. ?& B7 D1 k$ d( `
I go, I go7 m: J, m5 ]: L& f. a
exulting somewhat,
/ M9 D- r- G: c, _- z: ^with my will intact to go
- o/ q, B, v! D# ]" X+ L8 N1 owherever I need to go,0 I1 o N4 y/ H, p2 s
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community 3 r3 E9 k, h* V# j1 D4 P
Precious to me.3 F* y/ u T: Q2 H, G
In my darkest night, $ _. Z! x0 I& _1 Q
when the moon was covered
- w/ @5 j4 g- m! T8 Y- J/ Kand I roamed through websites,
4 H+ P) }( D; F/ m' S. M' ga nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice 8 r6 E, {, f! ?4 Q: J* d. w
directed me:
0 b8 ^ @$ Q4 B" |( o/ s+ }Live in the layers; @( t; [# h5 {& J# r o) Z. K
not on the litter.
8 ]. J. N$ g# ~2 i2 \3 V; hThough I lack the art . S% T7 m, s# |4 q
to decipher it,
3 O2 C& B" @% W2 z. L$ d, }1 o. }; t# {no doubt the next chaper
" k% |2 \& L j& u3 Win my book of transformations
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$ H+ l# G) l, I o9 @I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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原文在此:7 i& [# `" f! w/ w- d
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The Layers
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I have walked through many lives, ! H5 j- H# N* g
some of them my own, . c7 S8 G* J# b" |; f; t
and I am not who I was, # w% R% I f% v! b0 h
though some principle of being . r7 C# ^/ X s- y4 n, {% q
abides, from which I struggle
# H% H. U* h4 r& F1 c% i) Knot to stray. $ e& W4 h/ R0 \- \5 j
When I look behind, 9 Z3 I' w1 Y% F* H6 Q0 t/ {
as I am compelled to look 3 _! W! z' b$ X
before I can gather strength 1 W" Z* C. h( L$ m1 F) x3 P x
to proceed on my journey, : W" Y+ T7 w8 O$ p' n$ l
I see the milestones dwindling
( S9 f! W! {+ W( `; e7 X5 i8 m6 Vtoward the horizon
7 j ?8 N3 s( j/ h7 x8 t" ~# }* eand the slow fires trailing ! K, S" x7 J3 V
from the abandoned camp-sites,
& l) `2 x, l1 S6 hover which scavenger angels
3 M% e7 L# r" V& P# I* }wheel on heavy wings.
3 {) P) R: {) ]0 lOh, I have made myself a tribe * Q8 {! N3 \2 o4 J8 U6 {; Z
out of my true affections, ) L( z" ]9 ?5 Y& x
and my tribe is scattered! ( h1 [+ d/ E% t: r$ v
How shall the heart be reconciled
# P) N' I; Z) f" `- e$ j" wto its feast of losses? / W! J- z5 y4 t+ J2 K5 e
In a rising wind & H, E9 f3 d; j; D
the manic dust of my friends,
- [) p3 Q2 U1 R( Y1 uthose who fell along the way,
: c2 D: Y: c+ L9 p3 M' @bitterly stings my face.
8 P* f3 T+ I. {& d) @Yet I turn, I turn, 8 k' v/ S: a% }5 Z3 Y+ m) U! }
exulting somewhat, " W1 j2 x2 K$ W7 s4 r" t3 }- v
with my will intact to go
( U& x# X7 R6 z7 ?( u1 Q( Twhereever I need to go, ( R- D# A* m) |1 ]1 O9 m2 a
and every stone on the road
( R# s! V |' t a7 Vprecious to me.
! Z" P9 O& K9 p3 K7 m sIn my darkest night, C) x* b, a C* f5 G& N
when the moon was covered
W, N: d, I6 n4 band I roamed through wreckage,
4 ^& h5 J2 d5 T3 z- i$ X% ja nimbus-clouded voice / r* p: f& k, @, c
directed me: " ^( G9 Q$ @* F. C
"Live in the layers, 8 F& Q8 U* n5 b' z$ p0 o9 v. t
not on the litter."
$ z# j8 K! y$ ~! ?9 l8 v6 aThough I lack the art 0 C- i" b1 B2 a+ `0 k
to decipher it, . ]4 T0 w3 Y4 J
no doubt the next chapter * z) C6 p9 i3 `4 t4 R
in my book of transformations
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I am not done with my changes.
( P4 n, y; F2 T, i—Stanley Kunitz
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