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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
8 I/ F( t" ]/ v, A- R; Q" t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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& n1 @% F* h6 R m( f4 T9 MI have walked through many websites,4 O, m/ m4 \" ^1 E5 s- {
some of them I like,; x {( v7 Z! k2 e
and some of them I do not like.
0 F) y/ G0 C$ rOh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
& ?* d Z- g- I, W0 V; r2 o% x4 {1 xout of his true affections.
' E9 b) M5 y2 }I go, I go
4 J# g$ h+ w( x. h& A4 Eexulting somewhat,
( s. T1 k7 V5 h4 |- ~: s8 fwith my will intact to go
3 k4 `6 m: x P/ X$ J+ B, ewherever I need to go,
7 N5 J! u& X, Dand every post on the Edmontonchina Community . g ^9 K& V4 ^" u. d9 A( `( q
Precious to me.
2 H0 F7 L9 e8 W- Y/ xIn my darkest night,
, j4 w9 Q% _. w5 i8 {* B) W; ywhen the moon was covered
$ |! X. p9 }( I$ p# Tand I roamed through websites,: o9 D; }8 z/ Y7 k) ?0 c4 e4 I& p0 g# z
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
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Live in the layers C9 I% s; {- v( B
not on the litter.
A1 T: }8 g, w v! oThough I lack the art 3 W3 c! P5 r5 o% U0 r
to decipher it,
$ U) T; o G# ]0 {% {, S5 bno doubt the next chaper
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is already written.
$ p% R$ b( w! U& R+ BI love to live with Edmontonchina Community.7 g+ F1 b% T f/ H& I! ^) a' Q+ L
/ V* I- `4 }! ?# D: |! a原文在此:7 h! D' h9 K5 x$ B
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The Layers
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I have walked through many lives, # v% b, g( A2 y% f. [' n& M/ x" {
some of them my own,
, ^, K& N" ~ |# ]and I am not who I was, 4 o0 S: t* G$ C8 w; |7 k! d9 F
though some principle of being a5 w/ S) M% G H }& K
abides, from which I struggle ?0 o# C' l/ H* H7 e; D7 T3 A
not to stray.
& o! L; J M. k, [- gWhen I look behind, 9 h; J! j% C7 u h% Q
as I am compelled to look - r% f( {0 O( T; G3 _0 T0 R
before I can gather strength * n1 z- G$ H5 Q9 E' @- t
to proceed on my journey,
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toward the horizon
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8 p) ?7 N9 }" k" q9 z; ffrom the abandoned camp-sites, . r/ N+ }2 P3 V8 r3 ^1 u! v' o
over which scavenger angels
) ~7 z1 g" z8 u9 M# o7 {wheel on heavy wings.
1 y/ D+ u6 z7 \: H1 BOh, I have made myself a tribe
: }, K# S" H y8 w* C8 K3 Eout of my true affections,
" W0 b/ }3 S) D6 j8 W' Sand my tribe is scattered! * R( O+ _/ E+ U$ O7 t0 S; v
How shall the heart be reconciled
" i8 t1 B* k8 A3 |to its feast of losses?
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the manic dust of my friends,
4 ?' N& j# Y) W0 _! Vthose who fell along the way, . Z7 C3 V- ^5 J% [
bitterly stings my face.
9 \2 I5 x. ~$ |/ [Yet I turn, I turn, 1 s* A/ f1 v; F/ \- f5 R) y
exulting somewhat, , e9 V9 z1 Q6 |0 Q. \$ f* y# S& T
with my will intact to go * J' J/ k2 F5 i A5 j+ a5 ?
whereever I need to go, % V9 j, _2 O. t, D- X4 [7 y
and every stone on the road $ V& ~9 A% m6 T& g
precious to me. ; g. |) @+ n5 p3 q" m, h$ k
In my darkest night, ) W6 y) l7 p- c, F+ g A/ I
when the moon was covered
8 i7 X5 b* }' ]1 s& [3 M: Gand I roamed through wreckage, 0 @2 Z% ]( U; I3 o! I
a nimbus-clouded voice # p, N f9 S$ A/ H6 P
directed me:
. w% `4 |% c5 _2 | a"Live in the layers,
0 W, Z9 W0 L' j R8 x) w- s/ qnot on the litter."
3 l) v- _6 d' `2 ?9 s' e! I: PThough I lack the art & v% r ?' T+ n* S6 t( O& w
to decipher it, 8 S' T/ }% a! Z+ B# A2 W9 O% B+ z* n
no doubt the next chapter 8 h; i/ C4 ]+ l1 [
in my book of transformations " v4 @" A' O5 X% \5 ?" g
is already written.
* ?" v9 H; K! r2 I6 nI am not done with my changes.# [5 p! C/ G( x6 b C! ~: q
—Stanley Kunitz4 @4 }* Y% @" S4 K
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