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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。% B3 ]( E6 R) P+ O
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% [3 M0 s8 o* Y3 g9 `; V
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The layers3 j/ m% T$ e' t$ N3 O
0 \1 |3 J! ^- n6 b3 D! JI have walked through many websites,
- y0 w; @, Z; T( H# Z3 vsome of them I like,( i7 \( q2 b+ g
and some of them I do not like./ y' c' F G; M) w& E& q1 M
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe" u- y' @: ?8 d$ p
out of his true affections., n8 N% {$ a& }4 S% A0 v8 `- R
I go, I go
4 X d. _4 R1 p* R% vexulting somewhat, 2 S" ~5 R6 G. x7 z
with my will intact to go
7 O5 j/ m$ W6 [wherever I need to go,
1 e) w& V) U- N6 f" h3 Gand every post on the Edmontonchina Community
, R0 z! e: ]3 D$ GPrecious to me. C* z. R2 `" j" m0 ?: ?7 @% w+ p
In my darkest night,
1 t6 M/ y- A W( Hwhen the moon was covered n7 E+ L: Z6 u \
and I roamed through websites,
& P( {' T$ B3 s! u/ Da nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
7 J5 e: C+ q# Udirected me:
( U+ h. a# A$ C; P r7 L$ KLive in the layers. }- n" X8 a/ J# k' O0 p5 g
not on the litter.
3 s+ ~$ E( U7 H# L' \Though I lack the art : ~; r( \8 g6 w F9 W3 _0 m _. N
to decipher it,
$ c4 ]7 M0 V9 F+ Nno doubt the next chaper& g6 C; X7 h4 W& [; ]: F
in my book of transformations! ?6 D4 r" U5 Y( W: z5 x+ h
is already written.) ]% K }& N9 _2 z' M c* n$ c5 D
I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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) n1 ^/ L, ]. K" H原文在此:$ ~- v3 Z# Q, t$ @* m
# v! n* M& }' e- `3 j$ _The Layers
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I have walked through many lives, 1 D6 T I2 ?3 O" N" H
some of them my own, ! y: T; b) a3 R$ o( z. Q2 ^ `
and I am not who I was,
/ G( J, b8 Y! F) @though some principle of being
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not to stray. & \9 j( M: a9 `' e0 z
When I look behind,
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before I can gather strength
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I see the milestones dwindling & E) B4 x8 `1 m8 E) l9 b
toward the horizon
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over which scavenger angels
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9 c: ~. e% m) d, v( BOh, I have made myself a tribe
& f" o3 d& u; \out of my true affections, ( @' \) H+ x) N0 I: C, x0 }
and my tribe is scattered! % v* t; k9 Z* c, A+ [8 c, D
How shall the heart be reconciled 3 i5 M) ]( U; U$ z5 G7 r+ A
to its feast of losses?
4 i* C$ G6 S( jIn a rising wind
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those who fell along the way, # {+ p$ O8 ^+ ^
bitterly stings my face.
* Q/ Q: Q4 ~' E1 _Yet I turn, I turn,
7 q0 H; M0 C( u0 p: s9 q* |exulting somewhat,
/ d0 v; P5 P0 {) Ewith my will intact to go
) Y7 V% M9 d n, O: x3 u6 }whereever I need to go,
9 d6 @# `5 {) d* @% q, y6 oand every stone on the road $ J0 U9 y: ~, T8 m; |
precious to me. , {' t U0 ^" P) V
In my darkest night,
1 J& p+ [" V3 z8 d3 U" ~when the moon was covered 6 J- k" i7 t8 L0 v: b# S4 H( p
and I roamed through wreckage,
# ?$ v+ e" x+ K9 xa nimbus-clouded voice $ _; H' x4 j3 W0 ?) s. \, ^
directed me:
2 l s) F% S$ X1 D"Live in the layers,
8 Y; a: m& p, Xnot on the litter."
4 v6 a9 q. d9 A- e2 qThough I lack the art ; K8 { t# S6 t/ o' v3 E* {
to decipher it, % ^% m% ?% I$ n0 ^- ~
no doubt the next chapter
W" k- M! d. d5 v" iin my book of transformations 7 `/ H4 u" ]4 M; ?% L, k) d: _& S
is already written.
3 W# C! O2 {3 z4 xI am not done with my changes.- l2 N+ u" ?* S$ R2 F# ~
—Stanley Kunitz
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