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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。- M* q1 f! q# V" T. O8 x
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& R$ b& u1 N, T) e" y, p
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I have walked through many websites,
: S$ s, a0 ~' W2 Fsome of them I like,
: e. l- @4 Q: [: I* c& O+ a6 z5 \and some of them I do not like.* \. C3 \- n+ T2 n2 |
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
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exulting somewhat,
4 m; |; ^+ C8 g5 r( Hwith my will intact to go# J* o8 d) ~9 K4 k# q$ ~, A
wherever I need to go,
. u) s7 b& _3 l. vand every post on the Edmontonchina Community
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In my darkest night, / F6 n' q8 ]% g
when the moon was covered
' l) n5 `& ]' P: rand I roamed through websites,
* a5 b9 K0 I2 o* ~a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
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+ P W! C4 ~& D2 v! WLive in the layers
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Though I lack the art
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! O' s( e& g5 ^, a: Y0 Ono doubt the next chaper
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is already written.
& S! Q- V' U! e0 xI love to live with Edmontonchina Community./ y1 R( K& }2 w. T$ y
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原文在此:
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The Layers) ? i* t5 ?( U3 O1 Z# ?
; P) M# w7 G5 D' m3 H S& c( |. o, |7 FI have walked through many lives,
1 [' B+ n1 u( {, Ysome of them my own, 7 K& P; C+ G7 N& W( ^
and I am not who I was, - o, U% a. }9 G( X9 D* g
though some principle of being
7 P. h9 I( W: ?- S0 A( [abides, from which I struggle 0 V+ y) f7 f0 h, N0 w9 d& J
not to stray.
8 G3 b' ~( @' F9 E* G. A! UWhen I look behind, 6 J% P& {7 {& u5 ?$ c' s
as I am compelled to look & M: d1 Z7 h. M8 o' _5 |& J, R% B. _3 z; w$ j
before I can gather strength 1 H7 u1 L" Z5 P% j1 N: k" k
to proceed on my journey,
* e i! d9 h" \% j3 K OI see the milestones dwindling
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5 ^4 B1 ?/ [: Bfrom the abandoned camp-sites, : q1 O& @; b( D; ^# H
over which scavenger angels
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Oh, I have made myself a tribe 0 C& X4 c8 `+ L0 Y B
out of my true affections,
; l9 T1 V; F( R7 b y, nand my tribe is scattered! $ d/ R0 r! S! w
How shall the heart be reconciled % R; W- Y% q+ v0 w! R
to its feast of losses?
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the manic dust of my friends,
! r; J% x# o0 k' Gthose who fell along the way, ) g3 i7 J# f# X* J0 O. c3 y1 W
bitterly stings my face.
- C& E- _' `, C3 d/ \Yet I turn, I turn, - G+ m, E) C, p; E" x
exulting somewhat,
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whereever I need to go, + z# F4 z3 h5 N
and every stone on the road
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In my darkest night, ! F( j5 p/ t2 }
when the moon was covered
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a nimbus-clouded voice
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"Live in the layers,
5 }; B1 G. n! n% o/ } e7 wnot on the litter."
& C4 m. E7 ~7 mThough I lack the art , U- A% w( K% ]( I
to decipher it, 9 w: W( K$ G: X2 K$ g! D! @5 g
no doubt the next chapter X; G' ~, `; A z) D9 Y7 ?
in my book of transformations
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I am not done with my changes.
" z$ p0 G( N7 z y, k" `—Stanley Kunitz) W5 n, f' D. @- A0 i# G1 ~( d' g- |6 d
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