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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
* K) r g/ m+ E! T& c3 P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" L+ ?4 o4 b" m9 V5 c, w
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. h1 s8 i1 h) K8 m# I The layers; @, @3 I Y" N5 E
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I have walked through many websites,
$ [# V$ C7 B$ \: K3 Wsome of them I like,/ V1 L. }/ J5 M( J5 P& s+ X$ x
and some of them I do not like.
( l8 s7 |& x9 |5 S" W' l$ i3 GOh, Lao Yang have made a tribe4 C% j9 a( z e8 j
out of his true affections.) n7 k/ M9 e, n& W1 u
I go, I go1 p9 A* U$ r8 T5 W/ n* I
exulting somewhat,
7 R: H# }( [: ~% |) w: Ywith my will intact to go
; c0 m; S3 x4 ?$ h% P2 N! mwherever I need to go,
6 I: l8 w `* S. j7 x/ jand every post on the Edmontonchina Community ' R4 @6 o! Q2 K# {
Precious to me.
+ D* n0 d" I! ~; o' QIn my darkest night,
; |* i& F$ o6 A( ~when the moon was covered% ?& k) j0 _2 D |; L W% W) u
and I roamed through websites,
5 R' C4 n0 N& a* [3 v3 K4 m7 na nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice : \5 W; @2 b( S' a
directed me:
$ \- |1 b/ ~5 U% YLive in the layers
# M$ i* H6 m% o4 |not on the litter.
4 E. I$ t+ k" ?/ O# {* jThough I lack the art ) y' B* v: ~* m! I9 D
to decipher it,' i- Q' M) C a; u
no doubt the next chaper, l! A1 Q: \" V2 g
in my book of transformations4 x. z `9 D) k
is already written.% ^ H; d) _3 l5 J
I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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原文在此:" ^ W8 T' m$ k( w* g: h9 y
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The Layers2 s# j; p, n' q" j3 j
, U$ E5 i0 F% _I have walked through many lives, # d9 m6 @( O+ t' D
some of them my own, ' C1 F; e- M% ?
and I am not who I was,
. |5 u! D% I5 s- rthough some principle of being
# i2 O" c5 P T% s2 X! G6 G( babides, from which I struggle
) o l9 }% O& c+ inot to stray. & x1 k+ n( Z0 M! @8 y! d% H9 O7 x
When I look behind,
2 T; |- w7 ^) v) ^- Y# \as I am compelled to look , L7 K: V( O; j+ c$ N% [; V
before I can gather strength
1 `/ Y3 `% O7 bto proceed on my journey, 5 o6 F5 a1 ?' K% \% j3 c
I see the milestones dwindling # ]' w8 k. q4 L
toward the horizon
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from the abandoned camp-sites,
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wheel on heavy wings.
: m+ i1 `2 t M M( o' lOh, I have made myself a tribe
8 h2 ~* n& q/ E, Mout of my true affections,
& ^9 s+ [& U* S0 m w5 u. Hand my tribe is scattered!
3 c2 A, Z P: r! RHow shall the heart be reconciled X$ V9 A$ y4 o2 j4 e% h- G
to its feast of losses? $ {5 V( S; L. s6 }6 w4 k: b' z
In a rising wind - b; a; N" v/ N! \ i7 @: @
the manic dust of my friends,
q/ A5 @( y4 q( Q$ }# Wthose who fell along the way, . Q6 |4 N- I1 n1 [5 H
bitterly stings my face. , t0 U* K1 g' ~8 }4 C p$ m
Yet I turn, I turn, 2 e7 H" u# s1 e* F$ k6 W
exulting somewhat, ' U8 u) H) N5 q/ l
with my will intact to go
- g% k1 m% B6 V* qwhereever I need to go, 8 S5 c) C; |1 _+ t, P- ~- e
and every stone on the road 7 r# S2 c" x4 x
precious to me.
4 S& o4 H. x6 k: R' I3 M8 C0 N1 iIn my darkest night, . ~* @* u" z8 Y/ k# A: E
when the moon was covered
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"Live in the layers, , d# g* O. ^* ~7 o) a$ g, y+ a! a
not on the litter." : X8 u2 L' T9 m1 \7 h
Though I lack the art : q7 O+ `' z3 n+ U" ^9 W4 I& g
to decipher it, 7 ]1 \: ] y7 M1 b
no doubt the next chapter
$ B& i7 E! ^; \- f' ]. Kin my book of transformations . \. c4 s' Z% K) [! x
is already written.
/ `2 P1 W8 ^3 ^& P5 Z# jI am not done with my changes.
# W( H/ t. h/ H5 j% L—Stanley Kunitz4 X* J, ^+ x2 g s/ f
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