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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
+ H. l; _' x0 k% b) _) F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,
5 w! j, x$ t+ O4 Asome of them I like,
+ t. ]/ W) M& Iand some of them I do not like.
! t3 L! b# c6 R% hOh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
]8 o; @( S$ R ^: V+ aout of his true affections.
4 {# m/ N3 V/ b- Z9 NI go, I go
# \! M1 u$ ]1 ?# t8 k! V" aexulting somewhat, " e4 @7 d; _1 ^' a
with my will intact to go1 x- l% B) ? o4 ~
wherever I need to go," Y$ I9 w$ A# O
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community
: m( _) k j# r1 G- R9 W2 W3 b, dPrecious to me.
# }# R8 A$ d4 v7 O5 B$ Y2 vIn my darkest night,
8 \: J, y, U# n+ b3 e, ?when the moon was covered
" _9 h8 z6 Z! r8 Land I roamed through websites,
+ t, ~, F' \& xa nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
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p1 j$ S0 W( C( _" u# aLive in the layers, n0 u7 w: X8 F* f4 d6 x$ I8 J
not on the litter.
) Z; H p+ O) I0 `! aThough I lack the art
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+ z* g* b" y' ]& o/ E1 m! c$ f }no doubt the next chaper1 }" t: Z6 |1 ~( \* Y, t
in my book of transformations
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I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.$ H, C, H: w8 d3 t" i
& X9 W% O+ c6 G- `" f原文在此:! b7 E P! ^, M3 ^! @" f
3 N' E5 v- x% H+ M4 oThe Layers& W* g7 e$ }4 ^6 c5 F, ~
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I have walked through many lives,
1 C s/ r# q+ Z; z. tsome of them my own,
/ M: j: \/ i: ~: i* I* i# Xand I am not who I was,
3 B% ~& v$ K3 ?( f( Uthough some principle of being
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When I look behind,
% R) t# e. n! i9 V* ?as I am compelled to look
/ y' S" @7 M5 t5 g2 Rbefore I can gather strength
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I see the milestones dwindling
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and the slow fires trailing
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over which scavenger angels
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! x% H! \0 E4 V! N! {& G# ^Oh, I have made myself a tribe
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and my tribe is scattered! 2 o, k. ]; [* }4 z" p A% I
How shall the heart be reconciled
$ @. b# s( _$ d3 Y% v- ?to its feast of losses?
& t( e, u/ n6 o8 k# Q# YIn a rising wind
[& M& e! b" z! A' lthe manic dust of my friends,
7 y8 Y( J. y; K/ f% s! k: t0 i$ Uthose who fell along the way,
3 S2 W8 c5 P+ p; i8 \% Gbitterly stings my face.
) S& U% Z$ ]; V" ~2 YYet I turn, I turn, / l& f5 q8 J8 g! J: h F
exulting somewhat,
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and every stone on the road
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" y. T1 C. R/ w& ^% b7 F* S" |In my darkest night, 9 J+ e4 _& \4 a6 e
when the moon was covered / f) i7 A" Q- \; E; m# F
and I roamed through wreckage, 1 X$ f: @3 f$ f) A _
a nimbus-clouded voice . t5 f. `$ j5 _7 t0 E; [ O$ a
directed me:
' T+ k8 q, O4 \) B6 ? U"Live in the layers,
1 u1 }2 e% a& ?* n8 Z, ^! [not on the litter."
4 r) Z' {. c; G; z! fThough I lack the art % q& a1 \- ^4 b# X( U0 F5 ~
to decipher it, * K$ K( z1 ?/ v
no doubt the next chapter
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is already written.
2 A7 @' T5 f1 V/ `I am not done with my changes.
7 ?# e; N8 F+ S8 v& [; a; K# C0 z2 e—Stanley Kunitz
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