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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。, K8 w; I! H* n+ E) z
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- P7 W5 R0 I% y+ m( ]
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The layers
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I have walked through many websites,7 k0 B8 E6 y& p7 ?
some of them I like,
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1 O# l$ U, {5 H# W* J7 L: L% D5 \Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
' _- E' o2 _( T, ~9 d& lout of his true affections.) d) E7 i1 B7 C, M! f
I go, I go
6 p7 k8 L9 @& A' }+ v9 T9 M4 uexulting somewhat,
O. z( u" h% E4 ywith my will intact to go! l* I, P$ c1 ~' V: k" W: ]
wherever I need to go,
% v& s& k* O+ Q$ j: g9 Jand every post on the Edmontonchina Community ' H& F9 V! C4 ]+ f# ^5 G
Precious to me.# \% D: s+ X9 p/ C
In my darkest night,
+ f3 F9 Z. s% `6 C9 pwhen the moon was covered5 Z9 J, c7 @+ o" A" e
and I roamed through websites,# w* \3 u! @' o; v Y) m
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
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5 W" @& T+ U) {) d% t3 J6 ]Live in the layers
k7 T+ |, U% h0 F4 k7 ~not on the litter.
2 z' C) x2 `+ ?Though I lack the art
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no doubt the next chaper
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is already written.# S. B' ^( b3 {) S- x
I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.8 I& t4 M, y8 c ]* l% F
. a7 r& c0 \) A% E原文在此:
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The Layers
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I have walked through many lives,
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and I am not who I was, ; p4 s0 ~1 w: a2 h: X* W
though some principle of being
$ H! B4 m9 J' W' Uabides, from which I struggle
: e5 \& ~, k8 Y+ ]; E3 a! e7 Xnot to stray. 3 g( N1 @2 t$ e- `9 k
When I look behind, : V% s3 g, m# p7 h7 H" c- H: G
as I am compelled to look
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I see the milestones dwindling
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and the slow fires trailing : m7 `) O7 f, c8 d% X
from the abandoned camp-sites, 8 J0 l5 q8 m2 G8 ?: ~. ~5 z% ~* X
over which scavenger angels ! b% R9 l4 {9 H+ {
wheel on heavy wings.
; q# p1 I V, K s, k% X. H7 mOh, I have made myself a tribe - i! v1 r6 z. V4 E+ z$ c5 o0 r
out of my true affections,
. ~/ R0 c5 F, [7 O& _% L- y3 {1 Zand my tribe is scattered!
$ J, A! \8 d* q1 v5 z6 _ JHow shall the heart be reconciled
4 O0 R0 [, X( D2 z! Sto its feast of losses? ' M* a( \8 A/ l! W3 X; H
In a rising wind
+ m% V) h7 \' `8 V/ M0 u3 qthe manic dust of my friends, 1 A" ?4 Y! V* T' R7 I9 i8 X
those who fell along the way,
+ r) `8 b. Q- p* a! {$ lbitterly stings my face.
' K6 T1 [) m( u( s. W, dYet I turn, I turn,
6 S( u. u5 A. b- \4 Pexulting somewhat, 2 N( B# m7 i% Q: ?7 U& [0 U" g
with my will intact to go $ R- e0 G2 j6 W
whereever I need to go,
# w# e8 k2 F, J; Y/ s; }) aand every stone on the road 4 }, O3 s7 i a% _4 ?- ~
precious to me.
. x$ E! y! j3 X) A1 FIn my darkest night,
% r7 E7 V3 u. Z& q. xwhen the moon was covered . p# y# g4 `% V8 S5 P
and I roamed through wreckage, ! D3 d* h/ {# u& L ?* \1 v
a nimbus-clouded voice
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"Live in the layers,
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Though I lack the art " u. [) @& ~- J
to decipher it, & e# J5 ?1 y2 Z
no doubt the next chapter ! q" r9 t* s& S: o8 @+ B# g
in my book of transformations + q. B# j) h& q- D
is already written.
' R& j0 l8 {" |7 [6 C$ \I am not done with my changes.; p% k- Y& [: J$ a& `. E5 W
—Stanley Kunitz
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