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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。- ?( N3 w0 \8 P/ T" X
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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The layers) b3 F8 A/ O- a' V2 i6 q9 U5 b
2 [/ R4 w* i: h- @$ h: g" U I' e, rI have walked through many websites,! F; p N5 ^3 z1 U% W
some of them I like,& i# m; o! W# E8 D* Y
and some of them I do not like.$ n0 q C% c3 f6 N2 c) z
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
' E r5 g+ |8 U0 G2 a! ~out of his true affections.
) n4 m5 a3 L$ q) v0 h VI go, I go
& [2 L; j9 k1 l2 Jexulting somewhat, 7 @# t0 l( C- ?. s& V3 t
with my will intact to go& D6 B8 h0 z* S2 K8 u
wherever I need to go, c: `; r' ?! p% W* `* }
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community
V# c% W. h' }+ g9 n) ZPrecious to me.. [. j9 D/ K4 X) R6 V3 X& h# w
In my darkest night, 9 Z9 ~0 S" Q0 N$ `( e, I
when the moon was covered: G; o8 o w: p2 n
and I roamed through websites,8 P3 z6 H( E+ M- K) H
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice & {( s9 L% g1 v: |2 h3 a8 ]
directed me:0 }4 c# K: Y8 V9 g+ n
Live in the layers
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Though I lack the art
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/ B P6 H9 S; m6 I }" \no doubt the next chaper6 Z( X% W+ {6 ^% i8 T
in my book of transformations. J" q; p- Q2 t, i* c
is already written.
& X) t6 G. T: AI love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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0 R9 [% o7 P1 z: N; J原文在此:
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, |- L( d% C" Z8 s( Z4 iThe Layers/ s) D& J/ X" ], _
/ c: i6 }8 ?( U6 g* vI have walked through many lives, - G/ ]) V2 P# q+ h2 j1 e
some of them my own, 2 R+ e' `! k N7 a' ^5 S0 ~# t0 m, i
and I am not who I was, 8 [. o8 O. b7 C6 w- D) ]
though some principle of being 7 ^+ N" f8 M, c) C% W5 z! i: j
abides, from which I struggle
0 q1 U' D* h# w+ [not to stray.
3 R0 G# z( K; g1 r/ U5 U2 M' ?: |When I look behind,
8 q8 @( K0 ~1 x1 w% p9 u+ ?as I am compelled to look
; s! {7 I; I! R6 [& }# W) X3 }before I can gather strength 1 [& i, D8 ?% W4 n: h0 l: s! A5 }
to proceed on my journey,
1 l0 l7 B5 @+ C. b. d& F( cI see the milestones dwindling 4 y+ H% M9 p. c P1 S
toward the horizon - D2 {5 d# ]1 v v1 b
and the slow fires trailing
2 a9 t6 h! s+ C( f+ i' B( ?* Dfrom the abandoned camp-sites, # l) F+ Q6 s4 N8 n k. Q7 C4 G4 L9 Q
over which scavenger angels
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! A. f' o& s& H( R4 \2 [1 rOh, I have made myself a tribe
J' f$ f% @3 aout of my true affections, h1 o5 N/ J$ Y! D. n
and my tribe is scattered! 6 o2 p5 u4 }% w' K2 x% o
How shall the heart be reconciled # m8 ~; e% }3 f5 v8 J
to its feast of losses? 7 u& [+ n& q1 V A8 e; [0 i
In a rising wind
# ?% l+ A2 L1 s3 O3 Gthe manic dust of my friends, Q9 Y0 B" ~0 F3 E7 i8 |5 U0 M
those who fell along the way, 6 y* g: J) h' C+ G' s, h& ]8 I0 A
bitterly stings my face.
; R' E2 [% o* LYet I turn, I turn,
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with my will intact to go
% d8 s7 M4 x8 C3 dwhereever I need to go,
. V8 r- Y8 I2 m* iand every stone on the road , _, L# ~- p+ j) B% t/ E
precious to me. 1 }7 Q+ P/ @7 J0 n' y& w9 G
In my darkest night, : ~$ F1 t+ b. {# E) F' s1 ^
when the moon was covered 8 F$ {, ]; Z, f$ Q; n0 R
and I roamed through wreckage, 1 S, w* B# G4 ~/ t
a nimbus-clouded voice
9 Z" B7 i. ?7 s5 s: f5 D& jdirected me: / Q' p& ^' H6 e G. M+ q& [6 X
"Live in the layers,
" q! e9 o, R$ Y! hnot on the litter." * K x! y0 l, A6 Z1 B J* q
Though I lack the art
7 ?3 Q* s4 Z5 g8 h8 Z% D' x# qto decipher it,
, h8 G8 q" x3 N4 c5 qno doubt the next chapter & M, M4 q# E+ N- h* H+ ]% V
in my book of transformations 4 x5 I" f. T* L0 K- `5 X
is already written.
/ i! P; l* l" A: K+ b! y. _I am not done with my changes. |$ R' {- X) y
—Stanley Kunitz
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