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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
+ p' k2 _. m2 b$ h: e; x- W& d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. ~% Z% ^& U* p4 t2 F
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The layers
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I have walked through many websites,
( j/ r, Z7 `( s1 y2 csome of them I like,
$ ]: C+ S a7 a/ [! t7 mand some of them I do not like.6 G { [( C5 q, E, c
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe9 Y) f7 \' S- G8 X C* M! k
out of his true affections.
/ b# Q$ G" ^& B+ @' }% q" `I go, I go
! h0 S$ v$ q8 C0 V+ a7 _exulting somewhat,
5 X4 }$ r( d$ [3 cwith my will intact to go
3 n L: F+ V5 }: ~6 \2 B8 x) W& kwherever I need to go,
) h/ t! V9 W1 Cand every post on the Edmontonchina Community 9 a+ M. A6 i' t$ ~8 s
Precious to me.3 T% ^& \$ e) @! `8 ?, G7 l
In my darkest night,
! o& ^0 n Y0 F. j: q5 g) owhen the moon was covered
^! w3 |( v( j3 \0 Eand I roamed through websites,
) I, b5 i& L% v m* D! xa nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
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" U; c3 }# {7 ?" u% qLive in the layers
+ H0 H6 \6 P9 M+ n/ ynot on the litter.
7 H: V9 o6 q AThough I lack the art
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no doubt the next chaper
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- \) m' ^! q$ D- y: iI love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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( H- i2 N7 s% \3 f( ^8 HThe Layers8 f' K" ?. d8 G# s5 l. j
; N3 M3 t2 u1 ~* _ TI have walked through many lives, ( r( t' c$ E: P9 ^( g, S
some of them my own,
% \6 ~) Z, h3 F* A P; B/ }0 y8 jand I am not who I was,
8 ?' q( {8 l% N( Q8 a* a* Gthough some principle of being
! U; d% d- V$ N2 d# y: f9 {abides, from which I struggle
! y; O1 j: H) L# g% F, |not to stray.
1 j& {5 g6 ]4 m1 K7 b1 }When I look behind,
6 c1 G; o8 {' O! z; Las I am compelled to look
/ S) A) U' ~7 M- J' rbefore I can gather strength
( g5 ]: J- _8 N1 Tto proceed on my journey,
. O0 Y8 B1 h# m8 bI see the milestones dwindling
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and the slow fires trailing
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& ~/ ^, b% |, C$ z8 J1 q! iover which scavenger angels
5 ^/ V- {: v) ?% g: L3 Jwheel on heavy wings.
( c; M8 O+ I$ POh, I have made myself a tribe
/ E5 g2 r6 m3 n8 C$ }# Yout of my true affections,
& n) m) [$ p P4 w' ^" mand my tribe is scattered!
2 D0 L2 \! G+ K2 @7 |% i E5 gHow shall the heart be reconciled : L8 _( @% P [, f+ f( l
to its feast of losses?
6 C% x- Y* z9 q% M( e, pIn a rising wind
7 T- V- t- I/ P% o0 x; y2 Q% |the manic dust of my friends,
2 X: }; ~2 l: d0 L) u9 o1 zthose who fell along the way,
/ Q/ B. C- `8 U" Fbitterly stings my face.
8 ]" Z* Z% m$ ~# p1 V, OYet I turn, I turn,
6 X( e6 [" V0 h8 y7 A" {exulting somewhat, * M, \ K1 J1 J, c* U8 v
with my will intact to go 6 h! y8 ?! U: }5 Q
whereever I need to go,
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precious to me. 8 [: J7 j; c6 k% G
In my darkest night,
1 x, J" ~) w, U# M3 @when the moon was covered
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$ f- F5 @2 n( ~( o5 V5 V/ va nimbus-clouded voice / t, W" E7 `) W5 v& K5 P
directed me: 1 |. ]& L- ` i8 t4 |- F; I; q- I
"Live in the layers, 1 S4 C- j* o6 `5 r% x8 B* ?
not on the litter." 7 r9 o1 T' t' z% o5 G
Though I lack the art
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no doubt the next chapter 0 P' c4 l( u: i- s6 e; w+ Z7 l
in my book of transformations
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I am not done with my changes.
8 z9 u7 ^; ?! v% C7 X—Stanley Kunitz m# M) @; F; q$ v4 Q2 z# H
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