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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
% y' P8 X! u; M5 Z3 d* u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+ \( d1 {: @6 t. |3 k
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& }2 G5 K7 B4 f. f* D& n; F The layers, O* ?, C: E) S6 j
7 @. x" Z# H6 w! G0 R9 @' cI have walked through many websites,
4 T! I0 m+ `6 x3 r9 Z. Hsome of them I like,7 W! D0 i- z4 X: I
and some of them I do not like.
# C# |, ?* {" k/ I3 A" T% A) q) yOh, Lao Yang have made a tribe7 _7 G' P$ s+ N7 g) B* N
out of his true affections.: o7 Z5 Y) [4 ^9 q( I
I go, I go8 m h2 `6 R. G' Q" }
exulting somewhat, 8 s# m& W2 t0 ^# q5 h) w
with my will intact to go
" d4 ~/ ?$ C$ e- ?' O% mwherever I need to go,: o, O/ E3 a1 R! P
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community
& q% T8 e- w5 bPrecious to me.
z2 Y; \3 T8 `7 S/ L+ AIn my darkest night,
; E; K. Z. r( l5 v6 K1 W8 nwhen the moon was covered
2 e9 O9 V. W+ E( uand I roamed through websites,5 P+ x6 A5 {4 P9 P3 z6 q9 j
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
9 B* ]) j' R2 o6 Z- kdirected me:
! G/ p: ~6 s) [( ^Live in the layers" Q/ C; ?0 P9 M; a0 M; P
not on the litter.9 w! p; X+ ]$ l! B! A% e K/ v* N
Though I lack the art + d5 G) h9 ~, X9 l$ n& C: ]' T
to decipher it,
1 h5 ~) s% E: U& Dno doubt the next chaper% w9 x3 f) n3 E* ?/ q1 ]
in my book of transformations
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I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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原文在此:
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The Layers
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# a' B5 O1 G' D6 \/ PI have walked through many lives, % k! _! v% [+ z' o/ q9 p) m
some of them my own, % B" y( l# U: O
and I am not who I was, 2 v) Q+ h4 [& H/ L d/ V
though some principle of being
% c6 P1 K& G7 s7 [1 n3 q% }abides, from which I struggle
9 P9 e% n8 K% b! _- v. U, fnot to stray.
( J, b9 N" i! J9 {3 `% e* f3 IWhen I look behind,
- A' t4 z/ ^7 r8 {' ]as I am compelled to look ; y+ j. S, g) f* l2 H ]7 A
before I can gather strength ; s) v* v" M! `( x P9 _
to proceed on my journey, , [, V1 K0 ]+ q" E" t" Q( a
I see the milestones dwindling 6 Q* f* G8 B, p" M2 K: D
toward the horizon
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from the abandoned camp-sites,
H+ x) F" P, r0 \) r( u4 e* kover which scavenger angels
! Q! R* h' i2 W' S/ _ H0 |wheel on heavy wings. : S4 U# {) {( ^
Oh, I have made myself a tribe * t/ u" s. X4 b
out of my true affections, * y" |! `( t# k9 }% z1 }. y
and my tribe is scattered!
% u3 F, N$ j$ e- g0 e/ MHow shall the heart be reconciled 1 m ]3 B! F7 n) U2 v* G8 J5 e
to its feast of losses?
8 e: q2 I/ Y6 H( rIn a rising wind 6 P% ?7 O8 ]( `8 {) C( V4 [% |) d+ X6 W6 O
the manic dust of my friends, - z$ a% z9 g% `3 l& m
those who fell along the way,
+ [: M% L% v5 }, t& e6 ^7 Jbitterly stings my face. 1 T/ N% m; `( D: l+ Q) V
Yet I turn, I turn, 5 T* O( ^4 u& g( H' q, z1 f
exulting somewhat, m! n6 G" l* @% T
with my will intact to go 1 i! U7 z; h4 h( @+ T
whereever I need to go,
) d; U! c$ ], n% T; Uand every stone on the road # s% f* K7 P2 ~- b( t
precious to me.
0 H5 \/ f/ y6 {$ wIn my darkest night,
' q3 n5 T9 `& r6 c, Vwhen the moon was covered
$ ^( `* d" m) ~6 xand I roamed through wreckage,
S# j2 I1 A: P, [, K1 T2 va nimbus-clouded voice
# k: a% ]. l+ s7 qdirected me:
& u# ?3 }: ^0 I5 R* n* Q$ n9 `"Live in the layers,
! D S% g3 Z2 |) Mnot on the litter." $ {0 H& G; G4 ]. s- I: r$ d5 B
Though I lack the art
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no doubt the next chapter
) e$ @* S7 `3 V- q7 z9 a7 f/ Iin my book of transformations
9 o0 v+ D4 P2 {" k4 Z0 R& gis already written.
0 t z' ? C( w0 DI am not done with my changes.
( i( B3 d/ N0 g! Y H: G—Stanley Kunitz! n* p# N4 p) ]3 z. y2 g! {
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