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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。6 F* s* x2 U# j# l5 s
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/ W/ q4 ?# G& o) U7 S0 X6 e6 n
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' \- d9 r% q$ V8 s The layers
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# H0 N/ r( n! h2 XI have walked through many websites,
s4 g) y1 s9 E7 u3 g0 a0 D0 f+ Asome of them I like,: z* }3 e; E' {. Z+ p, s% s5 ?
and some of them I do not like.
/ Q- j9 N3 x$ s ZOh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
0 S- a2 t5 K! n9 t1 [out of his true affections./ I! ?1 }( X$ k# w- S5 D9 v8 W
I go, I go4 V) U; |/ {, g+ d
exulting somewhat,
$ E5 a$ [$ c) Rwith my will intact to go
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and every post on the Edmontonchina Community 4 Z4 X2 A# F- r
Precious to me.) J; j9 A( O# m5 W% ^
In my darkest night,
2 _* v0 I3 P+ Y: o" [5 jwhen the moon was covered
; @1 f7 F8 E! X# V* \* q) P% band I roamed through websites,' [, M9 ]4 y8 \2 {' o- F* J; z, C3 n
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice ( y1 ?- z# i) k6 f& {# R: x
directed me:
* W+ F4 I, L1 M) I0 R# |; z+ ZLive in the layers% v. f. D4 V( f. O. u) P
not on the litter.
& O6 q6 l L& O" I* h. B ]Though I lack the art
3 S) }6 i) T3 \: ?; G- L; lto decipher it,. M" g1 F' t) }. B% ^
no doubt the next chaper. X5 ~# {& @! r1 p! G
in my book of transformations
@* O; {% _0 F/ C8 k tis already written.6 z+ t! }- i [: f) U
I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.6 p6 X: |" h% R: T2 P2 L
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原文在此:
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The Layers* k$ y: ^! U$ @( R: }
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I have walked through many lives, 1 v. N; r, e5 `
some of them my own,
) R9 \' N" {/ S$ o8 oand I am not who I was, " i4 h+ a8 _% J, ]% i* p
though some principle of being * i5 O( d: d) Z
abides, from which I struggle - U8 D. d7 V2 W$ P
not to stray. 1 i" `% Q1 U7 n1 ]6 I7 [3 X+ g
When I look behind, , f8 ]8 D+ X1 e
as I am compelled to look
; L) e8 b0 x% e: J/ Pbefore I can gather strength
2 Z3 H8 K7 C$ \' `2 N4 kto proceed on my journey,
: O8 K& a! o5 e* Y4 T- f# kI see the milestones dwindling % R6 U0 c% T& u$ y6 G, k# U
toward the horizon
% b7 h4 H9 K4 e8 a' ]. u! L% xand the slow fires trailing
_7 H3 D* X$ Sfrom the abandoned camp-sites,
. |. {! p: n' e! ~) kover which scavenger angels
% g* n0 [" S/ dwheel on heavy wings. 2 y7 @! d% o& q) v$ a
Oh, I have made myself a tribe
?, s* Z) Z7 S3 L! S+ Nout of my true affections,
; A. S# T: g0 U6 X, k# E- E4 zand my tribe is scattered!
~ y, \1 K* `" J( `/ k% l: a' LHow shall the heart be reconciled
4 x8 |0 ~8 q; ^4 x% n" nto its feast of losses?
# g9 b6 y6 {$ ]0 y; S2 m* SIn a rising wind ' z5 m' s1 k" M9 `3 Y" U
the manic dust of my friends, " \, f( v3 ]+ e# m1 ?5 ^
those who fell along the way, 8 D, |2 l/ \# S# U$ |
bitterly stings my face. # H1 ~/ c: ^* V6 Y6 h8 T
Yet I turn, I turn,
4 J& K, H- i+ B- eexulting somewhat, ( J$ s# B% |! }: d$ C7 a1 W5 b$ H
with my will intact to go - K0 ]: E: ?( _8 o0 V( c6 n$ d
whereever I need to go, 8 u8 w. b% i! Q! Q) \9 C
and every stone on the road
3 v$ `* M9 }* jprecious to me.
- t5 _" \( D: j" @/ [2 Q/ U4 yIn my darkest night,
3 S, @$ `/ g! X) p) C c, W3 C+ u/ lwhen the moon was covered
4 u( N7 S5 X1 x4 Jand I roamed through wreckage,
/ g# F+ y1 r7 N( a+ ?6 @a nimbus-clouded voice & d) R# p; U9 m S7 |: a2 U: G6 ]
directed me: * u2 y( x- s/ j" h" s3 ~/ ~4 P
"Live in the layers, ' O ^9 ]% h$ F/ V- h5 g, F+ l
not on the litter."
# u' L- v5 w7 {( F( K( UThough I lack the art
# \- v* p. ~% S# Y E$ s0 s! Yto decipher it, ( w- L0 o3 m0 _* H" Y, i+ f
no doubt the next chapter + f* D" F& H! q2 C
in my book of transformations
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I am not done with my changes.
8 U1 T+ h1 I* g o+ m; y—Stanley Kunitz
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