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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。) G, T2 {" z8 _' h; ^
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/ T* z" K U" w3 l' u' I
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The layers1 f; Y, e0 S7 H! O
: l* {. a6 }% k bI have walked through many websites,
7 a( K/ g5 M1 N; P2 N/ Q8 n; ksome of them I like,6 Q7 s: y& {0 D3 ]
and some of them I do not like.8 {( b$ L8 d1 M q' p! A
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe, x( F# ?% u5 v: p' C n& z
out of his true affections." X7 L: V( B6 @+ r! @/ Z. P+ E
I go, I go
& y2 g: E9 m3 |4 f/ c% Yexulting somewhat, , \9 f0 B5 W, h/ t% @( ~8 l% u3 T
with my will intact to go
% t7 C' `/ \" y. U" r5 iwherever I need to go,, s0 K8 f2 D% ^- f. {
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community
2 x* y% z4 a% H" l3 G( FPrecious to me.
) h! L) ?7 |$ V- F) F! Q& x4 O, zIn my darkest night, " s9 S; s" w+ }( ^7 Y5 o7 y$ i5 |
when the moon was covered+ g7 V. S% x d6 ^( x. g: g, g; T
and I roamed through websites,# w4 u O' x1 u: x8 M% ^
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice 2 y% L% }! b% I* d q' ?
directed me:
- C) Z- `$ B4 e1 Z, T, _( gLive in the layers: k w, }# Q* o3 A, T+ t8 B& x
not on the litter. y9 d- |1 p, e7 \" U; @
Though I lack the art
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no doubt the next chaper
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is already written.- `, }* I& o+ b5 r3 U
I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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' k1 S8 c( ~" @( b& U, J原文在此:4 }: q6 T, K# `' a& ?7 w g
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The Layers
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8 x: w/ R& n% J2 J) b( h! X* VI have walked through many lives, ' e( z( Z0 ]2 X7 j5 @( z
some of them my own,
/ O* W3 l7 K, Q# N4 E" x9 M/ S7 yand I am not who I was, . o2 I, U# Q" n' x7 o, X. ^- i( @
though some principle of being
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not to stray.
+ `% l( D4 A& `8 F! oWhen I look behind,
, ?- b( Z0 h6 B. v3 i# P3 cas I am compelled to look
4 [% ?' L3 C! y7 _ _- cbefore I can gather strength ; @4 e8 R- h% x _
to proceed on my journey,
% w" M; [- `3 e% P& L6 c* mI see the milestones dwindling 3 J: Q8 o/ S/ m7 w# X3 `% {6 d
toward the horizon
3 I1 E* P$ s" \! land the slow fires trailing # p0 e3 N1 l4 q5 L+ _
from the abandoned camp-sites,
. B% k( \7 S: Tover which scavenger angels
0 X! f& `0 M5 x' @8 C2 O4 [wheel on heavy wings.
/ f) ^) m q4 j( t1 m1 sOh, I have made myself a tribe ) c/ @- o& l$ S# J& A+ \
out of my true affections, 3 C% M4 G8 ~: {4 Q
and my tribe is scattered!
- Y0 H: e" ?/ s- VHow shall the heart be reconciled
' A" A0 Z5 U" x& Pto its feast of losses? : K7 j. V# ]6 B) m6 G! u' F: r% {# ~
In a rising wind 6 A1 M. m' x: N, a* E8 k5 G
the manic dust of my friends, 1 |6 R5 N9 X# C" M8 W7 u3 j
those who fell along the way,
, a0 D, B; z, k6 D% N2 e8 C% E- Vbitterly stings my face. * \) X9 M1 p7 s; `/ B: L( M0 @
Yet I turn, I turn,
; A/ ^/ p: V) j9 @: F& T @exulting somewhat, : i4 m, W, D' E& Q9 v6 m) M3 u' i
with my will intact to go
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and every stone on the road 2 E8 Y/ F0 d) p5 v' Q0 r5 l
precious to me. / P T9 z ]6 I" t& N* d
In my darkest night, 6 d( @$ G# l, c) y
when the moon was covered 8 a, P3 o3 q. H* e T) w/ G4 H7 ]
and I roamed through wreckage,
~: q3 P# s" sa nimbus-clouded voice ( H6 I& g2 s- a U7 ]" R
directed me: & A; Z: N- W1 g x/ W# Q8 R( s
"Live in the layers, $ h9 Y5 S; X% {: n8 W6 g' b" j7 W7 T) W
not on the litter." ! |0 n( a9 e) b2 A- n& d0 k+ J& b
Though I lack the art
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$ h) y9 S! N: M9 Y0 R) gno doubt the next chapter * N. a6 ]7 b4 x5 H5 n
in my book of transformations 7 h$ W& a. Q" Q/ I# `. Z
is already written. ! D. G/ ?6 c* A) V( v p
I am not done with my changes.
5 X. m3 v* f* m' r* L. ^9 U/ |—Stanley Kunitz# h$ c& B7 ]1 D
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