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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。, ~6 T- f- K/ j3 x! 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
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The layers
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( x0 w* J# f( Q2 t% L: JI have walked through many websites,
' R. `4 p! E* z% t% x msome of them I like,& N" D5 k# i, r& A. _
and some of them I do not like.
" n! B, k7 T2 J2 U; s$ }: B' @Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe! z4 p" f1 I3 e& T( Z
out of his true affections.
( }, |0 g' _( M# OI go, I go) n3 C' a" i% w% Y9 S5 ?9 r/ a1 A
exulting somewhat, & {' l2 P+ L! s
with my will intact to go% ^7 A+ l5 E) Z! G. f+ O# [ a/ k
wherever I need to go,1 a1 \4 ^ ?. Z9 N) L2 t; j( v
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community
0 `* A* U$ |- E/ x- g OPrecious to me.
4 H+ p. R6 O3 w2 kIn my darkest night,
3 d; D: ]) }: I" ^& swhen the moon was covered
1 S" f! z9 m/ Kand I roamed through websites,: T" }! q# m" G o
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice # z/ T0 V9 X' Y7 [, d2 P
directed me:3 M: W7 \4 l- i* `( v/ R
Live in the layers
# n2 c, W7 c# A5 Z! o4 tnot on the litter.
6 E! x! h P7 |# C5 b6 X1 \Though I lack the art ) h, K; I$ c4 Y, z! O# |/ W
to decipher it,. y) d, L S4 O$ S/ \- }
no doubt the next chaper
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is already written.
! H3 m O$ M. o3 t1 JI love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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原文在此:
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1 l0 r/ ]8 a0 n$ @* [, HThe Layers; Q5 n0 z* `+ H$ n" y7 i
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I have walked through many lives, 1 Q& o. V) T' c ^2 v
some of them my own, # t, X8 w# E' ^5 [$ F# f
and I am not who I was, 6 S( d; G% |9 I# S
though some principle of being # j7 a$ J: L& i2 B3 p
abides, from which I struggle
1 h; k$ O, b" ~% x9 f. k7 rnot to stray.
% `- U3 W2 \9 I: I Y- X2 PWhen I look behind, 3 U1 L" @( A/ E& O: f% x! l
as I am compelled to look 0 C3 F2 M; a# B! j4 ^
before I can gather strength
9 U( [* J$ F$ Ato proceed on my journey, . b; i5 I$ _1 c5 E( Q
I see the milestones dwindling 2 G' H% }; v1 \1 Y
toward the horizon
; L; t. g! U. i- I& t8 r5 g4 Xand the slow fires trailing . @! a; o# s! B9 C/ K$ z% }( k
from the abandoned camp-sites, $ q: d1 m9 @3 C' B4 F# G* y! _
over which scavenger angels
$ m4 S. k( ~3 [0 D T$ z3 Hwheel on heavy wings. # I0 w* _3 e3 @+ t* N! l9 w4 @
Oh, I have made myself a tribe
8 ?& c: q3 S& y7 i0 ?& Eout of my true affections,
; M' O3 Q3 g) A! K, b B" s0 Yand my tribe is scattered!
$ O3 T, m( o: F' ~+ ?How shall the heart be reconciled 1 U+ t. ^- F9 b- d
to its feast of losses?
; s) Q& }: i" f) QIn a rising wind
' l% N' Y' p# ithe manic dust of my friends,
/ @. r& b2 z+ W0 |3 k! L- pthose who fell along the way,
* t" Q9 y+ R0 B* I' v4 M; ebitterly stings my face. : U1 M& h, V. C1 F/ S- k* {
Yet I turn, I turn, - f- |6 h8 u% f5 H
exulting somewhat, / U& U8 T: P. D0 \& z l6 I' k$ s
with my will intact to go # J6 T3 x9 f: s/ m1 q
whereever I need to go, . J7 c* `2 A' m3 w1 w2 [
and every stone on the road
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In my darkest night,
7 v$ x: T9 k3 D/ f: awhen the moon was covered
" W/ I- k$ C2 o% {" l3 b" Oand I roamed through wreckage,
" o" Y+ b& o: Ea nimbus-clouded voice
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* s& f3 q: a1 {0 ^! V/ I/ A7 W"Live in the layers, # r9 N+ M% ]8 f+ h/ T
not on the litter."
* R. Q9 r4 _5 }' W P! DThough I lack the art
8 {$ {0 v+ C7 T* M2 gto decipher it,
; z6 W8 y3 p0 J$ a# E! b9 a O0 kno doubt the next chapter 5 O1 N4 U9 d- |: N! c) k+ \6 J4 ~
in my book of transformations
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8 F; P H N7 T' II am not done with my changes.' l8 q! z+ y5 E+ s0 e+ d
—Stanley Kunitz
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