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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
9 R2 R2 C' E6 ]) [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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& }0 Y) D' |. a: u The layers, @7 u/ x n5 q# _# y$ e2 g" X5 B
* T' g, t$ y& i PI have walked through many websites,6 _4 T$ Q, u; Q; J( d9 i& d. ^
some of them I like,
1 R5 d" g. f$ o8 R5 Pand some of them I do not like.
, C W( Z) t5 n- W: O) kOh, Lao Yang have made a tribe- A9 Q/ G" a- C# R2 x% ?
out of his true affections., e) ^' ]6 n* @
I go, I go
& U$ p1 e! W4 D# y# pexulting somewhat,
" J! q, L) g% r2 i3 Dwith my will intact to go/ d' V4 [. s, @
wherever I need to go,& c+ _$ f/ X1 H. M
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community
7 v% z7 s( W0 w% S$ sPrecious to me.+ R6 ^$ F! |3 ` E
In my darkest night,
" x3 ]: n R5 jwhen the moon was covered0 ?6 c0 e+ ^* a) [4 M
and I roamed through websites,0 Y3 v- }2 X( J/ M: V
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
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, s( S2 @9 w& p# O2 g& a( V7 d0 o1 s9 RLive in the layers
/ j. q% [" X0 _# s1 H# c6 Bnot on the litter.
* {3 u4 L7 z( j, j0 YThough I lack the art
1 {; g! V& \9 l% f) jto decipher it,0 n3 D g, U9 B" S, O8 ^1 e6 u- j( j
no doubt the next chaper
3 g3 ^ L+ [6 R4 j' Oin 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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I have walked through many lives,
4 m' K5 K0 d1 c! @' V+ |8 r+ K' |some of them my own, & _. F3 ]% D* [" X) w# D: ?
and I am not who I was,
" o6 R' l* [9 P {: d- tthough some principle of being
`# K' s0 d3 oabides, from which I struggle
3 X& I$ ~# E1 h8 k2 k6 Nnot to stray. ' i( d. P8 }; }# Z8 B% S( w
When I look behind,
7 s5 }% o% m5 t9 R$ R* R$ jas I am compelled to look . [4 F, `# @4 W- \; [9 w
before I can gather strength
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I see the milestones dwindling
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and the slow fires trailing " {( P; M; ^6 ?5 [: N
from the abandoned camp-sites, ( e1 r& @8 x3 ~! c' q: ]2 {
over which scavenger angels 2 P d3 u0 K, G% X
wheel on heavy wings.
; W% E# y u- UOh, I have made myself a tribe - W5 ]; b2 `" X5 R
out of my true affections,
b6 g- A! G# g+ F& @" O- hand my tribe is scattered!
* c0 h) U! |) a# RHow shall the heart be reconciled , d# |2 N- D" v _ a2 a
to its feast of losses?
& Q9 ?. J$ [7 P- ZIn a rising wind * m( W" |, ^( {7 ? `
the manic dust of my friends,
$ K" I6 P1 U. l$ {* P$ z+ M, Tthose who fell along the way, 9 b4 M, J" b2 K) j+ b# i( W
bitterly stings my face. # ]+ \3 Q( |4 g
Yet I turn, I turn, # g& s; `0 X: B8 _( _% v
exulting somewhat,
8 T7 w( x& X/ O3 o1 fwith my will intact to go
: u$ Z) C, K% Y/ \whereever I need to go,
( d- C" X7 x5 [6 h+ Xand every stone on the road
: y9 W ]. E( o" g- \precious to me.
+ u8 N+ ~) v0 n* a8 Y+ a, ~7 GIn my darkest night, 5 ~$ U. b7 X8 E5 m2 m$ V5 K2 L7 g
when the moon was covered : Y) D3 T' |9 M9 ?9 l
and I roamed through wreckage, % `' l A; [* E& I
a nimbus-clouded voice 3 u7 @9 l t' P. h$ u& ]7 m
directed me:
) f2 x8 w3 j0 a- E3 _/ H"Live in the layers,
, R# J2 M9 [2 x! S4 @1 m+ @not on the litter."
5 D0 `9 _* T- Y- ~0 p: d8 AThough I lack the art ) Z' `, Z% f6 Y- y- f! g- f) J
to decipher it,
3 ?: O( K; p/ Y" _2 N7 eno doubt the next chapter # |' S5 n' H" e" |) e+ Z* E
in my book of transformations ; T! l* M. _/ U% A
is already written.
" l; z A6 R: _& d3 `I am not done with my changes.
) r4 }& N2 d! O1 \—Stanley Kunitz
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