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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。5 G/ T7 V& e" @/ P! }0 F, o
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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9 h0 N6 d7 g3 l2 [3 I$ Z The layers* F# w) ?) u2 G$ X: s
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I have walked through many websites,
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and some of them I do not like.
6 x% P1 i. D3 f' d9 q/ iOh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
; y% ?5 R9 B+ U: Z% K aout of his true affections.
0 `# x0 `% g" U7 I5 [- M: Y8 bI go, I go
+ j+ y& W2 e9 |# O8 C4 A, {: W' g# ]exulting somewhat, # i& Z9 g8 b4 O9 e
with my will intact to go
: ^/ V6 {0 d7 r- uwherever I need to go,7 G0 b% v- ^6 R% m f
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community
' x( {$ a- E; h( R* F2 ZPrecious to me.
. Q7 [* R( q7 X( x1 jIn my darkest night, # h7 X2 }$ X X+ x# Q7 a( m
when the moon was covered
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7 y1 @: \& N9 Y V- @a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice 1 Y4 L1 N* {5 h! |. P
directed me:
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not on the litter.
+ o" M# U# b2 U0 xThough I lack the art % |- n/ O: i. ~% }- W
to decipher it," g/ I, X- ]+ P# i0 I/ Q
no doubt the next chaper7 |- H9 T5 F- g* `% H% E( p
in my book of transformations
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I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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5 f6 s1 {& l7 n! h' u原文在此: ^8 u9 G1 ~2 c4 d' j( Z V
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The Layers
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I have walked through many lives, - }4 @. f7 ^8 F8 ?. K
some of them my own,
& M0 _! I+ O4 x; s: p$ G9 Yand I am not who I was,
, W: P/ V( D$ Y) Q9 H! o pthough some principle of being , {& ^- M- u0 } @! i
abides, from which I struggle ' ^# X$ A3 ^& [3 a q c
not to stray. 8 _2 w2 W/ f# p) w( U, Z/ g
When I look behind,
2 Y, n" x3 c* F: Mas I am compelled to look " L3 n: Q2 j8 h3 D) z
before I can gather strength 7 g; T% K& |$ j. |; m
to proceed on my journey, ( \% }, ^) H/ s$ w+ {' \
I see the milestones dwindling " G" w) E, P, Z
toward the horizon 5 D% c4 m! a& I. U& B$ f
and the slow fires trailing
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( B1 [3 Z, @5 g6 c% R F) Sover which scavenger angels
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Oh, I have made myself a tribe % h3 E8 C: w* D$ ?8 A7 N% p6 L% J6 ]$ v
out of my true affections,
2 T9 N4 x) P# M9 a c, t) Dand my tribe is scattered!
2 n8 @0 e- j8 L# `3 i0 {How shall the heart be reconciled 3 h1 y* ]4 Q. v7 [
to its feast of losses? _8 v4 k! P& F3 B. k
In a rising wind ! }$ d8 I8 `) y) F! i! e& J
the manic dust of my friends,
' J5 v! w J* O& z7 y/ u. Athose who fell along the way, ( V7 c E" n, M! v' I0 P$ h
bitterly stings my face.
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exulting somewhat, , j% X& J6 c# R/ o2 V6 t4 z3 n/ a
with my will intact to go ! U2 b% ^+ p [1 L
whereever I need to go, # c$ Q7 t, l3 j- v: n9 \
and every stone on the road
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In my darkest night,
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and I roamed through wreckage, ' f: L9 F( k) e, Q L! f; K& K& o2 |
a nimbus-clouded voice
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"Live in the layers, * f. {! q( I. i2 f$ S* r+ [6 x u9 T
not on the litter."
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to decipher it, 9 d$ U" {. e% a0 s
no doubt the next chapter
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is already written.
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—Stanley Kunitz
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