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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。) t$ V; l$ T) F+ v7 L& Y
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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7 \# A0 J" y6 V The layers
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8 Y4 ]0 Z# d. ?7 ?. A, ~6 _I have walked through many websites,
% H# e5 h$ I; H( a( V: osome of them I like,8 Z9 v2 w3 f5 W
and some of them I do not like." E+ C5 k3 d" ~# q# s5 y4 u
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
x9 `3 Q0 O5 j% q! W) bout of his true affections.. b" W7 a4 H Q" j
I go, I go0 D% G; ]1 x3 o; G& W% K8 K
exulting somewhat,
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wherever I need to go,
% b* X# S, f9 _+ l( Band every post on the Edmontonchina Community
r7 l! @: K+ H5 w0 B; k6 _; v& kPrecious to me.) p2 R& q0 }) k8 ]
In my darkest night, ! @/ J" e' E% t+ O
when the moon was covered
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4 B9 u H- U* l) y L/ c, Z: ra nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
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Live in the layers. `- }7 d3 h* I" F8 _3 @
not on the litter.( I$ a9 K, {' F. ~! q* g' _
Though I lack the art
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L% F! @# K7 a) t% N0 k) S' mno doubt the next chaper
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is already written.( I2 X0 c, o6 ]* o j, t2 L \: d
I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.# M% ?: _7 L: F( D; d9 Q- [
8 {, W8 f' o# e' Z' {: w2 K8 t原文在此:
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9 n" i; i) i) s X) K8 zThe Layers
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2 m' A& k* Z( p8 ]+ pI have walked through many lives, & V/ T) ~4 h ~4 J8 S* ^' t. z
some of them my own, 5 n5 n9 t" k0 \% y+ B$ f2 |, A+ A
and I am not who I was,
) N2 B$ F3 S) N! m) G+ ethough some principle of being 0 V0 Y6 ^8 h2 X
abides, from which I struggle ! J4 |4 _, b0 p6 F5 @$ X* C! O$ i- t
not to stray. + L8 M2 z9 w* x
When I look behind, * c& C$ k: f+ E. w1 L( f
as I am compelled to look
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to proceed on my journey, " \8 F! K" ?% H6 X. c
I see the milestones dwindling & `) D! Z8 h: |3 c3 c0 p/ ?) D) z
toward the horizon
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7 \/ |( k3 ?* Xfrom the abandoned camp-sites,
5 Y1 l' V; A, F& f7 {8 v! D) pover which scavenger angels $ Q) u, l" X; Z( T
wheel on heavy wings. / ]: r! z: ^# I
Oh, I have made myself a tribe 3 q" V' Y$ x, f4 K; U
out of my true affections,
3 {. @. q8 s* @: K; T& [and my tribe is scattered! , o0 C8 j, j6 ^, T z
How shall the heart be reconciled ! `5 O, l; H" L
to its feast of losses?
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the manic dust of my friends,
0 Z# M& R1 y& r% hthose who fell along the way, / o& I e3 I4 A, j. P* V
bitterly stings my face. ' t9 j/ @: T6 F$ G6 H6 z- c& ?
Yet I turn, I turn, 0 ]4 O, x- _7 _) ]" W" X
exulting somewhat,
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whereever I need to go, + [) {1 V- U8 Q- \0 V1 J0 b
and every stone on the road
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4 `) q8 N$ U* l( ]& rIn my darkest night, ) t |) D. l. e* ^# n8 h
when the moon was covered 5 k, l- c& f$ ^
and I roamed through wreckage, ; x9 `4 f6 \5 M! n
a nimbus-clouded voice
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, y1 _& [' A2 `' \"Live in the layers,
7 ~6 u1 n; X& k% F' u& x* ]not on the litter."
. ]3 e7 O) \5 U/ _Though I lack the art & V- ]: z5 E- P) F r
to decipher it,
1 {: H# O5 P6 s: w5 gno doubt the next chapter 9 E( Y% f$ Y& H* Y
in my book of transformations
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I am not done with my changes.) h2 ^. ]! g1 n4 k
—Stanley Kunitz
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