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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。1 L+ N/ P% }1 r7 S
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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5 R' x/ T! @1 p- F The layers
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I have walked through many websites,
3 E! E, H& l- Y! Asome of them I like,
; O" z) t! G, cand some of them I do not like.
; G' R$ k$ Q7 _( y! Z$ OOh, Lao Yang have made a tribe' A' C- V% O( g i$ s; d+ ]
out of his true affections.) c+ B) v, b, f! F! h) N
I go, I go s8 i: b1 t- Z2 @( W0 v
exulting somewhat, ' p6 H0 B+ F- N# h9 w# _* V0 F
with my will intact to go3 P( ~: T0 i; W
wherever I need to go,; Q5 S0 }8 \; t! o) |
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community 5 i! D( \0 l0 q: {9 K) e
Precious to me.4 m- G: v2 p% t+ I' ]
In my darkest night,
9 o9 A: h3 P' twhen the moon was covered
8 T6 s9 h! L$ p' q% g4 Kand I roamed through websites,; ^+ Q% j0 w- M" w: |
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice ; ?0 l, s [/ M2 B- Y
directed me:
% I5 W6 J& E* W" P1 t9 l2 CLive in the layers* L: S1 \) R3 ~; m! m' ^
not on the litter.$ D7 {1 [5 `! y+ b6 t& T% ~6 F
Though I lack the art ' f9 h/ W$ v0 F8 @; h* @9 R
to decipher it,
F. ]: P- t% o+ f# Q& |$ {) eno doubt the next chaper
4 @. f8 L$ U7 j4 q0 ^2 yin my book of transformations) W s# x, R& M- W) r* e
is already written.
' V7 l! m6 o# Z" [) h: l5 Q3 i8 } TI love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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原文在此:
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The Layers- i- @1 F) `5 o
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I have walked through many lives,
; X; L1 c6 Q% ~9 b" S9 w" xsome of them my own, ! k% D- A+ ]$ U9 V* [$ Z
and I am not who I was, ' {2 [8 E8 M+ l1 B1 O
though some principle of being
/ d6 o) O. a9 ~) q. s3 j& t: gabides, from which I struggle * I! }- ^* F8 r8 ~. Y
not to stray.
6 u Q1 @% {4 O5 _+ r) S- p- g2 dWhen I look behind, ; k$ O7 V. h3 z% I
as I am compelled to look 8 _. O7 P: D. N; k4 x5 @7 F/ m. E
before I can gather strength - D& r# Z% Z" O8 F0 T
to proceed on my journey,
- z4 l. a$ g' DI see the milestones dwindling 8 c" [) y2 J/ f, Q
toward the horizon
, o- r+ _; x) kand the slow fires trailing
7 ?; i/ C6 X# S& H' F. D$ Cfrom the abandoned camp-sites,
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wheel on heavy wings.
9 v8 q3 N9 t. ]9 V+ M+ n% g& G. _' fOh, I have made myself a tribe
7 O- r& G# @- [8 z. J u' wout of my true affections, - H4 ^0 M& \% f" _
and my tribe is scattered! ! d2 e3 r$ I7 g; j' m4 l9 U
How shall the heart be reconciled
2 V B3 b% s4 H: ?- Gto its feast of losses?
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the manic dust of my friends,
; p7 c3 G( a% M! B4 hthose who fell along the way, $ H8 @* O ]4 E! p
bitterly stings my face. " Q' ~. {/ g2 N4 l" G
Yet I turn, I turn,
* i2 A1 K. I; A1 f5 Wexulting somewhat, ! d& ]2 [ ?7 ]: H0 w( t+ L1 a: O
with my will intact to go 0 o' a% O- E* F" y5 k
whereever I need to go,
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precious to me.
: K8 T' S$ S7 E5 o$ t/ mIn my darkest night,
* u0 y7 q9 X1 k% L9 twhen the moon was covered 0 g6 A. c6 n4 b H$ V
and I roamed through wreckage, G: a1 i4 E% ^# q) l
a nimbus-clouded voice
5 D1 M! Q) _. U+ k4 Qdirected me: + ^1 V% x$ C7 `1 t* r/ c
"Live in the layers,
' A5 t; }* n! W* S* }" ]2 ?not on the litter." ( F% T L; g! a9 }6 K
Though I lack the art 0 [* _: H* ^: A7 f
to decipher it, - X' C! E9 ^9 [' X
no doubt the next chapter ! ?+ V7 Z1 |$ i7 M6 ?# P
in my book of transformations 5 g* S) D1 m" q+ c
is already written.
3 y3 ?" M, b% n- gI am not done with my changes.# t" z8 d l- Z% [& o
—Stanley Kunitz
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