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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
/ n* M1 V) g5 v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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I have walked through many websites,' `. O* r7 M+ m$ c$ H3 o" {
some of them I like,
$ J, X: @6 u0 Pand some of them I do not like.: ^. D% N7 U: O( I! I
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
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exulting somewhat,
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wherever I need to go,- n. O; w: ~# @. V
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community
: C3 x6 M. I8 B( m* T/ yPrecious to me.9 D& u8 X6 `) V$ p; C U
In my darkest night,
; Q0 g& r2 N. s* q dwhen the moon was covered
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a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice 8 W% h' ?9 j! m
directed me:; T; u, T' }' u- k! z
Live in the layers& ]& M: `9 I0 z& w
not on the litter.
; u) W: c, H7 G8 l+ r% E6 ]Though I lack the art " C; t- R! S! c1 | l1 [+ x
to decipher it,
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. ?8 U( i5 c- z4 O* lI love to live with Edmontonchina Community.! t6 A, a% B* g- W5 O3 A, p( ^
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The Layers
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: N1 M* u/ H6 M, a; e V6 Z( tI have walked through many lives, " Y: d e0 F! U. F0 n
some of them my own,
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abides, from which I struggle
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When I look behind, 0 P) U+ G4 X, e9 r
as I am compelled to look 8 h6 P: K F5 k
before I can gather strength
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I see the milestones dwindling
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and the slow fires trailing 0 ]9 C5 M( @1 T
from the abandoned camp-sites,
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wheel on heavy wings.
4 i3 s1 w* r: C) o/ A+ [. N; S; O bOh, I have made myself a tribe
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; q3 x( L; b# v5 J+ ?7 j, n# U( Iand my tribe is scattered! # R2 ?8 x3 G0 M7 F' \* W5 m3 y0 r
How shall the heart be reconciled & o* `9 \7 Y# O' z
to its feast of losses?
9 D& O8 l, }9 l( FIn a rising wind
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those who fell along the way,
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Yet I turn, I turn,
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and every stone on the road
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% e/ P; f+ E8 U: |* ]: l1 W. {4 QIn my darkest night,
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and I roamed through wreckage, 1 T( }3 q' O- q* u4 w
a nimbus-clouded voice , l* c/ ]: E! G) N
directed me: " X: t4 o7 S% G, P w9 h3 T# T
"Live in the layers,
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Though I lack the art . x& o$ S: A. E" O
to decipher it,
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in my book of transformations $ V3 [) V1 z8 h% G" w
is already written. 3 Z$ \' N% O" H$ r& s
I am not done with my changes.
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