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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。! b7 ]7 v9 e, q# C! 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 c$ @3 N" m k' D
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The layers$ d+ I: d# r5 R# N
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I have walked through many websites,$ v: T: R7 [: ?& J
some of them I like,
$ E0 a: {) S7 o: Q, Q a% Wand some of them I do not like.
9 [) x2 I* g5 q% fOh, Lao Yang have made a tribe& _. t1 G7 ~ a L0 G
out of his true affections.
- X0 D' g* p8 U l( G6 ?4 zI go, I go
$ B3 v- t: N; x& v" Texulting somewhat, 7 l: ^1 T$ P& x4 `& @$ | v
with my will intact to go. U5 U& ?9 _! ^8 Y. ^6 a k# b5 U
wherever I need to go,+ V% i) a5 P3 r+ S: l
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community
# I: }* G5 Q7 N, d! ePrecious to me.
' f3 {4 L. v5 fIn my darkest night, ' [7 |( d( }5 X" M% ]
when the moon was covered
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a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice : _+ }* a4 `4 N1 Q- \9 i: Z
directed me:5 x1 T; S0 b, X# O/ i
Live in the layers+ ^/ P9 [! j+ I, x
not on the litter.$ U% _, E% U, b. z# Z# T; P
Though I lack the art
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no doubt the next chaper4 e6 f3 ^! l$ B) q
in my book of transformations7 F m- P( q+ v7 u8 h
is already written.% C( M" e8 [) C9 H: [% q# ^
I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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9 c4 H1 G6 a9 G原文在此:1 u- @0 T6 m0 P* c d3 F
/ ^$ M/ {! W) _% wThe Layers
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6 O' e; f8 I7 j2 j, P- j5 rI have walked through many lives,
; I( X6 u2 U1 \some of them my own,
- k( z* P* k+ Aand I am not who I was,
! ?! M# q C( Athough some principle of being
5 D/ B. U9 x1 Kabides, from which I struggle 5 E' r* Q ]3 |0 y2 F
not to stray.
( A0 i$ J& b z. ^+ ~; I7 D; }When I look behind, " R, O* }6 u+ D5 P: c
as I am compelled to look 7 K% E8 J" Z. ?
before I can gather strength
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1 J3 ^5 q; j) {7 u0 q7 r; C6 fI see the milestones dwindling
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. r" H5 R, f7 E z+ X* \ h" |and the slow fires trailing 9 j) N' M+ u) o0 B
from the abandoned camp-sites,
" r; \* h# ]; @6 ]over which scavenger angels
$ |) X+ C1 e) n* y/ Y( t- Ywheel on heavy wings. 2 h; K0 g* | i2 Q. b. u! n) \
Oh, I have made myself a tribe
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6 E- q7 W8 h3 f# gand my tribe is scattered!
u4 x1 k" e4 o6 H0 N. w$ ]How shall the heart be reconciled ; V5 X4 P' O1 F. F u& i
to its feast of losses?
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the manic dust of my friends,
t4 h( M2 P* W* y8 I" u' bthose who fell along the way, ' q3 s8 A2 ]1 _9 B
bitterly stings my face.
! _( J& O6 v+ x' G+ c* VYet I turn, I turn, u8 y2 S+ k7 ]
exulting somewhat, & U5 B; z/ x |& J- O
with my will intact to go
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and every stone on the road 7 P' m3 m5 Y" K/ m
precious to me. / l- ~% e u7 Z8 {2 m! v
In my darkest night, / u5 V6 R( H' ]+ k/ N
when the moon was covered " }2 D6 d$ Z8 p5 j3 \
and I roamed through wreckage, * K6 P8 V9 s0 }6 |
a nimbus-clouded voice
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% q0 Q5 c+ G9 z/ l) a2 @"Live in the layers,
8 G) F8 W6 U3 _+ h* o4 R W8 jnot on the litter." ' r1 G8 C4 C' L
Though I lack the art
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no doubt the next chapter 7 ^) f' A, `% Q& ?: x8 K5 h1 o, Y% s
in my book of transformations & C7 l5 b& t2 d# k2 U6 }; N( {
is already written.
: j4 v8 l2 z7 k1 y" DI am not done with my changes.. @# E' U5 Y& e9 ~: x; c
—Stanley Kunitz
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