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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
% m" L3 l9 L. Z- m) c% k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
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$ N- w( | m# K- s% \$ L6 b6 o$ @I have walked through many websites,
# Y% |0 _; R7 T7 L: [' v4 x# ysome of them I like,% v z/ U8 O7 m; s
and some of them I do not like.- I% B/ J C, T, }& i
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
8 z9 U1 X+ Z# n8 N, r5 E0 o! Tout of his true affections.
# P* j; P' x" |9 }I go, I go
+ U3 @4 x& f& Sexulting somewhat, 2 Z# l) @6 [: }4 Z
with my will intact to go
$ r# k2 M8 z, W- u3 ewherever I need to go,
: w- u0 g; T1 C. \3 Dand every post on the Edmontonchina Community 4 i! F% H; t1 l; {7 t; Q: T2 U |( R
Precious to me.
' M0 D8 O) b' `& r% o! T3 _" jIn my darkest night, . D; j5 L6 _ Y" {+ F
when the moon was covered8 V8 G, f O7 i
and I roamed through websites,
; u$ O2 G: q4 q: t) pa nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice " h2 j4 o# B" [) v( F
directed me:
( x. `+ W. g, I; P& i. XLive in the layers
) w( M! w: B$ g. ?, g+ ~not on the litter.
. P0 i! u+ A {Though I lack the art ( J' u, S4 O4 c8 ?/ K2 I; T2 e
to decipher it,
9 V" f) l: X( e& a0 R; n- @no doubt the next chaper
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+ _* |' C) A2 a% Z3 f9 R( o M) oI love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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原文在此:
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5 M! F, J$ s, @4 i) K; qThe Layers
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I have walked through many lives,
5 v) O8 u" S: j l3 usome of them my own, 5 G" q; C6 M+ @7 R) F, b% f
and I am not who I was,
0 x& X- _, u* N( a- sthough some principle of being $ z8 b1 c8 p- x) e7 O7 k" k1 o( J; m8 }
abides, from which I struggle * m0 i3 W/ ~2 h1 q
not to stray. ; S& p1 S1 ~# j/ A5 E
When I look behind, ) C0 [- J4 l, f' U' v) g
as I am compelled to look
% j0 U* C2 [7 I1 V/ t1 N3 y& I" obefore I can gather strength
}% \5 c9 ]# I& x' m% Gto proceed on my journey, $ F) a8 _. k( B( l0 e2 k, s: A5 m8 c" p
I see the milestones dwindling
1 O' }/ O" j1 g0 R$ L7 W0 N& }) L6 a* ytoward the horizon
2 y- N! A a9 V( |9 a' `and the slow fires trailing
l: V, I& G7 t: I9 xfrom the abandoned camp-sites, 2 w7 x! s. d& j- p$ U3 s- u* s4 D) d
over which scavenger angels
+ ?% K, v0 Y" U$ E' U% vwheel on heavy wings. 4 K# Y8 K7 f# Q1 M7 q8 K% Z9 W& x0 w
Oh, I have made myself a tribe
& B7 c" U' o Bout of my true affections, 4 _( G% O7 D" I6 W; Y; e
and my tribe is scattered! 2 Z- z3 [! g6 w( O: m* f0 J
How shall the heart be reconciled
; h/ |1 }0 l0 |0 ]" Tto its feast of losses?
. M/ @: f8 E+ F1 vIn a rising wind
0 g, g1 o' i+ `+ [/ X! W# z- [the manic dust of my friends,
" k+ Q6 Y( ?; q. ]those who fell along the way,
. ?' K3 @2 O, C" N" w8 G7 S+ ^bitterly stings my face.
7 [/ T( O" v7 V% ZYet I turn, I turn,
: q) y8 d" a* v3 W6 G, k1 _6 \+ Pexulting somewhat, : b8 K) ~ f4 z7 t6 g2 d; T
with my will intact to go
/ w; @9 j' I8 R1 t; B" b. |whereever I need to go, 3 M+ K" a& R& z* _" H& Z3 A1 J
and every stone on the road
" Y! s/ L) S! _: u4 jprecious to me.
; y& h6 E3 y9 H( IIn my darkest night, 3 w! s. I* P+ r6 I% q! X
when the moon was covered
" l. a# J8 i# P$ Y9 I/ qand I roamed through wreckage, : R3 f4 ?! A! U* z9 ^: a/ S
a nimbus-clouded voice
9 u0 I- \! w+ z# o( Y( Q$ Jdirected me:
; t6 |; s& [- S"Live in the layers, + s4 F* b0 {! J# r
not on the litter."
* _7 i0 _9 [* A5 ^3 S7 OThough I lack the art
" i9 |3 w; X# j- X8 G6 E& k' @to decipher it, 6 o; g4 W0 C/ G1 q# z
no doubt the next chapter - z6 h9 o$ T5 Z
in my book of transformations
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I am not done with my changes.9 n$ y# s, m* |& B( n* t# s
—Stanley Kunitz
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