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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。$ h: K' R9 T! R2 p/ {
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& _/ @( h/ J* I" x; K* M: a' M* `
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The layers
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" N/ i e3 b0 G# d/ U# S m: RI have walked through many websites,
d y |7 w' Y% ^5 [some of them I like,
& @2 e8 F6 @" g. r- y, ?" Qand some of them I do not like.2 s6 [% R4 C% Z8 U: |
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
& F+ |! G1 ~+ m7 Nout of his true affections.7 s) {4 g2 n( n. c- e6 [7 W
I go, I go
# s' C! M E6 u3 c7 pexulting somewhat, / B) A/ h4 x" D$ b' ? \
with my will intact to go7 n K. z, d% V$ r! K
wherever I need to go,& s% \2 ?' U8 L0 [
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community
" i, K9 T1 M7 M$ o6 tPrecious to me.
2 f7 z# q. _- ?2 gIn my darkest night, O$ q2 R7 J8 S l
when the moon was covered
- M/ k* B) V* e. y$ [/ L$ a' qand I roamed through websites,
' y3 t9 R+ o! L; b" v0 I ]a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
, Z. f% G+ Q: ]/ P. y* A$ c3 Odirected me:% | q0 ]) r7 S4 A4 }4 F/ ]8 D
Live in the layers7 d2 ?+ B g' ~) ?8 Q8 q
not on the litter.
1 [0 B/ m, N7 S" N! s4 J/ }" mThough I lack the art
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, {+ y3 J; d8 @6 q, Y; c* zno doubt the next chaper7 N4 j5 S% R9 f
in my book of transformations
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I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.4 V- l# S \* J- ~- R+ @
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The Layers
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[% e: Q# G# RI have walked through many lives,
+ ^/ ~# F; f8 d# ?5 R4 Hsome of them my own,
, f& b" ~; p r& W& l) gand I am not who I was, ) s/ H& @# J3 o4 U) d
though some principle of being
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not to stray. + x M2 L; q( a1 K
When I look behind,
1 e& Z) a( x+ P3 D. ~4 ras I am compelled to look
/ s2 ^8 o d, C( zbefore I can gather strength
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I see the milestones dwindling . @* j0 j8 b5 X# K5 \+ ?- Y
toward the horizon
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from the abandoned camp-sites,
M% l; @0 T! N# z0 U, Vover which scavenger angels . ~( a2 @: P! G. b
wheel on heavy wings. ' s6 I( t& \9 U0 Q# }# v) P# i
Oh, I have made myself a tribe ; H# | \5 O5 s, i1 [8 ~
out of my true affections,
5 p1 r- S5 i$ m: v M! d9 tand my tribe is scattered! . i3 x/ C8 g. @# ]% d
How shall the heart be reconciled
, D2 ^: D: C" U0 F3 B" [to its feast of losses? 4 D& k6 Y( `2 M- R; `; n
In a rising wind
( s% o. Y5 w0 B$ Q1 ]/ fthe manic dust of my friends,
( o6 z3 z7 M: A4 g Q; [8 ^& h, mthose who fell along the way, / o* b: i/ V" w v0 ^
bitterly stings my face. # ]# q2 b1 p+ U% K+ s* z% Q; M
Yet I turn, I turn,
/ S8 U1 w. H) p; T: @9 Eexulting somewhat, 6 ?, O4 f: m. F3 F1 y" J Y3 E* X' \
with my will intact to go
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and every stone on the road ; _7 X' y4 N/ Y) [8 H
precious to me.
5 u+ ?3 |+ h! @, S% i& C1 SIn my darkest night, 3 [/ u B8 `$ l$ M; }9 e' ~" Q
when the moon was covered 9 ], N3 l5 ~* c1 \2 l) ^/ t# j& U
and I roamed through wreckage,
& |4 y, C( b1 D7 `9 ^a nimbus-clouded voice
* H. ?: R3 K& Gdirected me:
7 V3 J" p: n1 Z6 l) D9 F"Live in the layers, 5 K* _; w" w% E3 I2 H7 {
not on the litter."
9 ~$ F6 {8 F3 R4 f: J5 T# R8 hThough I lack the art 3 o$ S& d, H# x
to decipher it, # ?/ c9 ~1 R. J
no doubt the next chapter ! d: b- d& Z: W+ J0 H( \
in my book of transformations , l3 k2 p9 Y0 f) U- N. Z
is already written. 2 I/ ]2 o" H g! m1 F* A2 K9 t4 [
I am not done with my changes.- ?) F! f: Y$ s4 b# ]
—Stanley Kunitz* U& M9 F0 \+ l# D' Y/ |
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