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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
# a- V- M" q" @' j0 U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 j0 ]; r6 Q( {. g The layers8 g% T! ?5 @9 g! C8 H5 w
; k( S$ V0 \, q4 i% m3 @I have walked through many websites,
8 S) K6 C4 M9 Q. A% usome of them I like,5 q9 \/ I8 E" ]7 O
and some of them I do not like.
3 V8 v8 K( F$ s+ D5 HOh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
1 @; Z' H' D$ E) d$ l. tout of his true affections.2 o7 e$ f# t: @6 L+ S5 h
I go, I go
( S1 X9 r: S8 X$ {exulting somewhat, 9 T1 m1 d# J9 x7 L% q6 ?
with my will intact to go9 C: t& D n6 {7 E/ Z" a- @! e
wherever I need to go,
. s* P) ]0 a! N! iand every post on the Edmontonchina Community # ?- K" u3 {0 F9 f' A
Precious to me.
8 y- D, V- p, V2 p% E+ z1 S: {1 MIn my darkest night,
) \/ ]' q3 I" _/ P, z- @/ f: I$ p( }when the moon was covered
; N! J0 H I/ o! J# O @$ dand I roamed through websites,9 o( J! j2 }* E& u8 s! ~
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
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not on the litter.
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to decipher it,
" c7 x; y E% P( Hno doubt the next chaper5 {+ s1 r9 f+ {) f
in my book of transformations
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$ j( r8 E* E; ~) M3 @I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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The Layers! ]( I9 U; U6 u( s# }: q6 ~
% a' G, ~# Q- n C: n6 Z, q/ V/ n5 |I have walked through many lives, 3 {( @3 E3 {# M0 e3 V
some of them my own, # U& m* Q% K# ]0 \
and I am not who I was,
5 X- ^9 [: G2 a# u, R7 Gthough some principle of being 0 z/ c5 s% }& \( \% [, `6 T0 l( h3 ~' K% ^
abides, from which I struggle
0 B7 D/ O( b; X) r. E$ o; r, Qnot to stray.
- N* h! Q9 _- O* mWhen I look behind, 7 a" s( Z: {4 X9 A& q& H+ O
as I am compelled to look
5 u6 k* e4 b9 N+ h! b3 Vbefore I can gather strength 7 m6 ^4 N$ l5 V. t4 K
to proceed on my journey,
3 k6 y! w# {* a) z0 _" BI see the milestones dwindling
# Z4 X- h; ?3 d7 T7 b: rtoward the horizon
. W' x, L" l' P u- Q& iand the slow fires trailing 0 n" j+ D. E( D
from the abandoned camp-sites, ' W" [; T; o: k' f( V+ m
over which scavenger angels , _* a+ r4 I$ n5 M
wheel on heavy wings.
$ C5 v' h! N9 ]$ WOh, I have made myself a tribe ( E8 v$ w; N7 g1 y( S
out of my true affections, 5 \# M% C$ n: z% v3 |" |
and my tribe is scattered! & ?# h, {. q2 T+ Z
How shall the heart be reconciled
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In a rising wind
; H& O' W" s+ @3 }( ^ Fthe manic dust of my friends,
$ N J. E( g2 X4 n9 ^ D3 bthose who fell along the way,
: p5 a5 N# D, f: r" ~bitterly stings my face.
6 g$ V8 L) d$ p& i6 D( P V+ ~Yet I turn, I turn,
4 w {; Z& R( ]5 F5 ?exulting somewhat, ! y2 e& q1 g* \9 l
with my will intact to go
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* U# l4 D. J2 r/ Eand every stone on the road
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In my darkest night, % J! n& T2 ^9 }6 h6 P
when the moon was covered : ]7 e w/ r$ o4 T" J6 o
and I roamed through wreckage, 3 h+ h& l1 m0 X( Q* }, R
a nimbus-clouded voice
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"Live in the layers,
$ m0 G3 q3 K. y! o, P1 W5 Gnot on the litter."
& d( G* x7 G! ~( W& E) K9 kThough I lack the art
/ Z; [' k9 b" Y7 |4 [to decipher it,
" P* Y" {6 F( n; |3 P8 kno doubt the next chapter 3 r9 t) B) e8 D! C- O% ~
in my book of transformations : }1 U- }1 ^9 K' S5 i! H$ ?
is already written. 0 m1 P/ R* h# \3 Z7 g7 C8 V' F+ @- d& f. o
I am not done with my changes.
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