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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 G, n2 P9 I8 s3 H: ]4 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 ]- P2 `/ m* D7 E6 B$ p% _8 x# q
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( P! m4 [$ m" \6 e- r' A8 M% m The layers
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I have walked through many websites,
' ]" Q" f' Y% E9 ^, _8 {some of them I like,6 |9 E% e9 P$ i
and some of them I do not like./ H- P8 H* Y8 Z
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe3 W2 \3 g* ^- w/ u
out of his true affections.# p' J6 J+ @5 {' L
I go, I go
* x( S$ I$ A% F0 G, Y: u8 g) Oexulting somewhat,
. i: |$ ]- U$ |6 O9 R8 }with my will intact to go
' h3 J* o+ G" v7 Z- ~+ `& j* s/ [' mwherever I need to go,
: ]4 O' P- |2 K( yand every post on the Edmontonchina Community
5 Z" Y g ]/ L P( _Precious to me.& D, Q; M- v! p4 o% A7 [, x
In my darkest night,
/ [- ~9 o! t2 B9 [% ]when the moon was covered
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a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice - z" c' {, E/ R% w8 w
directed me:
% r' \ V6 L( wLive in the layers( _. ? g1 Z' n: M- q8 ?
not on the litter.
5 J- j0 V9 M LThough I lack the art # [6 K1 w! R7 b9 W
to decipher it,2 O ?) o Z0 b8 Y5 ]( U J) n- K* U4 B
no doubt the next chaper
0 w" v. c! P' I2 Min my book of transformations
/ |. ]2 B! G& _* \' ^is already written.
/ L3 q" ?( H+ g% |I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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原文在此:
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7 S+ P: o3 n d7 Z8 O3 z$ `* X- r6 UThe Layers
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I have walked through many lives, ; `( n6 a: d% h4 |
some of them my own, Y: n- }& L8 Y5 O2 P/ b1 F4 {1 L! Z
and I am not who I was,
; H0 e+ p2 X: j5 Jthough some principle of being 8 [5 j% ~! ?4 j$ {
abides, from which I struggle
1 X( X1 L+ h0 Xnot to stray. ' k& V. @$ \2 K) d: k3 r. B
When I look behind, 5 @4 \5 A8 Y' e
as I am compelled to look 8 \' b/ i, h6 z; z0 B1 n! f/ \
before I can gather strength
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I see the milestones dwindling
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and the slow fires trailing
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over which scavenger angels & D# W+ U2 n% _! i/ e g0 Z
wheel on heavy wings.
: ^9 r3 z- b' `0 P. g2 Y+ h8 TOh, I have made myself a tribe
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and my tribe is scattered!
& e: v* ]& ]( n2 a5 R$ [& tHow shall the heart be reconciled ' z7 t; \( S% B: \# V1 s D2 x
to its feast of losses? 5 u5 p# W/ F7 X' C6 }9 c4 v
In a rising wind
5 _$ T$ N8 v0 j2 w$ |/ A3 ethe manic dust of my friends,
+ A1 m7 F7 Q9 j& K/ b4 ithose who fell along the way, & I3 q" p5 Y+ i$ ~3 a1 _
bitterly stings my face. 9 Z6 ?+ y% G+ D2 Q; ^4 V
Yet I turn, I turn,
$ }& L5 J/ f0 T0 p, O2 S5 [exulting somewhat,
/ I* i% ]- G9 K8 Z* `+ Pwith my will intact to go % t+ i( x0 J1 n9 a) Q R9 M+ X0 h
whereever I need to go,
; a7 |/ Y8 I; g0 [4 s7 m/ t) {# eand every stone on the road ' V, K8 l2 R' w; [6 A
precious to me.
7 q; ^( |1 y2 c1 r! WIn my darkest night,
" [; `) R9 \0 r, _- dwhen the moon was covered / n5 f6 A: q6 [& a% ]4 x
and I roamed through wreckage,
5 L1 C$ E. @$ k% I! d6 za nimbus-clouded voice . K1 u" ^* A! p* ^, A
directed me:
) j5 |0 Q( x- q"Live in the layers,
) P) W6 T( K$ y: {not on the litter." , P0 w/ }5 z8 k' O
Though I lack the art " E. `: Y# ~: e' c. M
to decipher it, ; B4 f8 @$ r7 e* p
no doubt the next chapter 0 I3 y! `4 q5 L' {! f5 D
in my book of transformations
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I am not done with my changes.9 E; K& h% V5 S/ a! ?3 j4 C
—Stanley Kunitz
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