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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 z3 |! s+ ~# E6 U. o1 L L
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 Kunitz3 B' b! | G2 ]1 W2 C" D; R3 c! T
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3 @" _) b/ D7 M0 i The layers$ d( U g0 m4 R8 E
$ L0 m% w, A! k4 ^, q% F7 z4 vI have walked through many websites,
# g" x1 {: d% w. g* Asome of them I like,
3 {7 }% F# `! Band some of them I do not like.) c+ ~7 r( K+ e, s) w- o$ j* c" S
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe" m7 ]& q# V. q
out of his true affections.
. g" y! }) N3 s2 \* vI go, I go
2 B [) x: s# [! w9 yexulting somewhat,
1 O& d. O( _ I0 b! k8 [! u' Dwith my will intact to go* d2 F+ [% q5 I8 [7 y
wherever I need to go,/ d$ a/ Y3 u0 t. z4 b3 n3 P$ a G
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community & e/ C4 y' h$ j
Precious to me.0 f% a! X l9 P, V" V
In my darkest night, 0 M! H, v' V) f' O+ w' j" U: ?8 v
when the moon was covered
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a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice , l; q) b+ Z' }4 c8 {
directed me:3 H+ Z0 L1 v2 N
Live in the layers
( g" x7 ?8 {# S$ N" B, [5 \$ G& @not on the litter.
2 t& M n- F7 m2 n% n+ v" fThough I lack the art + d& B X( s( M
to decipher it,
4 v9 ?5 f+ u- y7 lno doubt the next chaper
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' \3 ~" m! M7 j7 dis already written.
9 w1 o3 {- p4 Z. t$ _I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.' ^1 G% V* w+ a) n; v
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原文在此:
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The Layers+ h! R# K9 L3 r& t; O( q3 l
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I have walked through many lives, + K Y4 ~5 I- b1 M) R! ~. p: [& ^* I, `; E
some of them my own,
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though some principle of being
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not to stray.
5 i) C2 A( B" ]2 e. g7 S/ c$ ^When I look behind,
/ @8 k# X9 L. g' @as I am compelled to look
3 u2 _2 c! N2 [ wbefore I can gather strength
* z& q z B( t6 I3 ?7 e: _% rto proceed on my journey,
T* J' E# Y) Y5 ]$ B8 V3 n' l: fI see the milestones dwindling $ u" i1 g, j0 b' _4 c2 B
toward the horizon
7 c' h% v/ ~. n* F! W2 i& Nand the slow fires trailing
, `1 O2 i/ Q$ `) U! hfrom the abandoned camp-sites,
1 U) N1 D% S2 u0 tover which scavenger angels
% }" l! |- X* q& \+ A* I5 H7 Awheel on heavy wings. * R* L* N# X# k: p
Oh, I have made myself a tribe * d2 w5 j: B1 y" Z
out of my true affections,
6 k1 {' w9 W5 x. Y) P5 kand my tribe is scattered! 7 g. b: k8 A; H' Y9 t
How shall the heart be reconciled 9 j) V+ ?0 ?3 R3 ?3 `
to its feast of losses?
9 S" K' G+ j* ~, w/ g7 @- SIn a rising wind
% b7 Q! M; o' q' R% z( }the manic dust of my friends,
) R' a- D2 m8 L; d6 H0 Lthose who fell along the way, `1 j6 n) ~1 W
bitterly stings my face.
1 k. w$ i9 P3 `2 d7 LYet I turn, I turn,
: X4 b4 B( K" \3 [( Dexulting somewhat, 6 N+ q- S! J& G1 H6 [& @' M
with my will intact to go ' n& d2 K( s; X5 M
whereever I need to go, * {9 J; ^; a: Q) T1 X! T+ w* g
and every stone on the road
l# ?, r0 A3 @7 H+ i( Nprecious to me. 0 I- Q$ \( l2 r5 r# @
In my darkest night, 5 x/ ?% _' E: A" f& x- V
when the moon was covered
; U" j" ?+ U+ O1 sand I roamed through wreckage,
/ E8 H- @* b S Ga nimbus-clouded voice & ^; g5 q7 B) m8 B1 ^
directed me: * |/ N8 t1 n, @! i% i a
"Live in the layers,
# I0 ^) q0 K8 }2 t% t3 Xnot on the litter." 5 o# T' K4 }. S4 {
Though I lack the art ! V' v$ i. j) ^3 S
to decipher it, . N: ^7 k9 L) t: u
no doubt the next chapter ) ^! h1 g+ }; T7 c2 w
in my book of transformations 5 ?1 i/ |$ b4 q) b
is already written. 9 u6 s0 Y9 Y% @4 g8 w
I am not done with my changes.& l. C/ D2 v4 B0 U5 o: Y# T* y
—Stanley Kunitz
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