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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
! a7 z6 W8 \, w4 k0 y% [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) F( j/ ~5 L7 J
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I have walked through many websites,
- Z5 B5 z$ z6 p/ g% q8 p- {some of them I like,+ f9 d9 T! Y" k5 H
and some of them I do not like.! V9 O, p( `% E8 j' F
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
' D, u2 C. ~+ Iout of his true affections.5 o( d! @/ z" f, O
I go, I go
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with my will intact to go; e2 U) D) A" Y( p
wherever I need to go,6 W6 L% I% ~& w
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community ; S; R+ }) R9 g: O; b
Precious to me.
( z: c+ M3 O$ A) ?In my darkest night,
$ `! ^6 s6 i) V; Y8 }" }( a1 u4 rwhen the moon was covered3 b, i- N' o; [. v
and I roamed through websites,' v1 Z8 L b( b! r
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice 2 b& I. H! q0 A& z- l& H
directed me:
9 c; x* s8 W% U7 y- yLive in the layers
" @: Z# \# ^: O7 K Q8 S2 T: Nnot on the litter.' o. i% ]3 N2 @- p. O& [
Though I lack the art
' v6 K; h* R1 Bto decipher it,
' E: P1 h) Y; N( W& |" Q% a4 `1 mno doubt the next chaper9 N5 @; V" G! R8 z& z' m
in my book of transformations, R8 E6 V2 l H2 H
is already written.
/ o" @9 B* X+ ?1 a6 ^3 EI love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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原文在此:
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The Layers
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: m S( a% q4 x% _% d$ TI have walked through many lives,
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and I am not who I was,
' m/ p W7 ]# F* p2 N9 hthough some principle of being # }1 K4 Z+ j6 k% }9 e
abides, from which I struggle 2 x, {* o, u$ C
not to stray. 2 \5 z- T+ [ j8 {' U
When I look behind,
5 A% E: \+ Y" sas I am compelled to look 6 d7 g1 l9 u: c" _
before I can gather strength
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I see the milestones dwindling + s. b; u! L% @
toward the horizon
* ^ W* D# N3 X8 I; r! kand the slow fires trailing
5 u# } H) ^1 |2 `3 d6 Rfrom the abandoned camp-sites,
5 j8 G$ D* ^4 v; ~! F# N8 Yover which scavenger angels
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7 |; E, L& o7 t+ P5 TOh, I have made myself a tribe
! e4 t. g+ s% Iout of my true affections,
- |( X7 H$ h S3 u! Wand my tribe is scattered!
# b' x- \3 u+ W! _4 T; ]/ U1 w4 @+ Z% ZHow shall the heart be reconciled ; e. s7 C) ]5 ^) |+ m
to its feast of losses?
+ h5 q+ @, J& d7 L0 k8 ^In a rising wind & W+ h( g" n) V( t8 R' J# c0 `
the manic dust of my friends,
9 \5 n; j4 h. M$ f6 A* q( tthose who fell along the way,
& ? M- ~' |& F: i Pbitterly stings my face. ( c/ R6 K3 G0 _. W6 Z4 c' ]
Yet I turn, I turn,
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9 G# Q7 B1 i7 C" ?with my will intact to go 8 C0 z8 T0 A' t3 {. j' K/ b
whereever I need to go,
& x) ^3 c! [" ]0 rand every stone on the road
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In my darkest night, * R* O5 U2 U; u" U( E
when the moon was covered
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- h" T6 A$ i6 K2 X9 Q8 Na nimbus-clouded voice ; G3 ~+ a2 ` ^* A
directed me: : P1 O/ X I- ~* I
"Live in the layers,
, c9 T* V: i; d- N% P0 N4 Mnot on the litter."
$ ?4 E, ^* O! _) \ fThough I lack the art / `# a1 n. d5 ]
to decipher it, 1 L" _- t! X$ r- d- k$ D/ }
no doubt the next chapter 4 a0 N4 t: A! \( k3 o; r7 d
in my book of transformations & Z( c7 u2 G* q# Z" v# z! p
is already written.
! Z7 D# V3 y' i* g* P+ ~& _I am not done with my changes.2 [, T3 k" i( s5 z6 b
—Stanley Kunitz
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