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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
$ F1 M1 u1 }& {. R; 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& x) m/ m- E7 H7 B2 n5 F$ [
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& Z* [ U0 x' B& J7 h8 J The layers
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I have walked through many websites,1 {( w5 m3 v4 f' f0 J
some of them I like,
" L/ t# w0 d& G w8 jand some of them I do not like.! D3 R. y* U* [+ u
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe S8 f' U6 }, T) A5 _
out of his true affections.6 C1 K4 q7 r0 I P. D8 o9 W
I go, I go
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with my will intact to go) x( U3 \7 `2 I3 b
wherever I need to go,8 l$ i& B9 t% a
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community 1 G! A: s5 l) b+ @. _: Y0 w: W, d
Precious to me.
7 V2 w& Y9 X! M1 O) u5 Z* fIn my darkest night,
& a! N, [7 i0 \$ N. Cwhen the moon was covered. \& S5 V1 z0 i
and I roamed through websites,
W2 m- ~0 c* x# j' E9 m$ sa nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice 9 ~7 S5 p* I4 N
directed me:
' S; H6 r# C+ h3 Q/ HLive in the layers. Z& i/ ?+ u; G/ Q% @! z+ r# [! `
not on the litter.
: T" C. v- G V7 L! n% a \Though I lack the art 0 o+ ?7 M; Q3 f
to decipher it,
; t, H* w) F& Q% i' P. D9 Mno doubt the next chaper, X& u, V0 a) [1 V
in my book of transformations
$ q9 W" f' ^9 c6 e# B: [* W6 g( {is already written.* v+ J2 F9 r* a4 O
I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.' f' e( @0 _* d) T4 @3 x5 r! v
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原文在此:
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The Layers1 m6 o0 }9 C R3 W! k) H
4 A7 u) k* w! X: Q1 y* {I have walked through many lives,
! f. Y, D; q9 x( b. Esome of them my own, ( o, E+ Q2 i) S/ [+ a
and I am not who I was,
! m6 n' H+ }* f( k% Y/ M+ C# ]though some principle of being
+ L4 _* {' ^& ?% ^! y8 sabides, from which I struggle
, s# t& l6 R7 {5 Q3 Lnot to stray.
0 T. t$ X) B4 i& w" |. EWhen I look behind,
& M- j* ]: _8 n* uas I am compelled to look
! j2 Y$ h4 g3 C7 O" obefore I can gather strength $ o, w2 v5 |, p' u- T
to proceed on my journey,
, b( b( w; c" O9 B0 HI see the milestones dwindling
/ r" Z- `: b# otoward the horizon
d$ X4 y9 }* v. Xand the slow fires trailing $ N* g5 K3 O- D! s! j; `% o- @
from the abandoned camp-sites,
4 ]; ~2 l# p# @" J, {5 vover which scavenger angels $ a) K) M0 a$ p3 h
wheel on heavy wings. % ^9 l( _* r- H& r/ b% x5 G8 y) d
Oh, I have made myself a tribe
$ @' H/ \$ H* R- Q2 Vout of my true affections,
( K8 `9 y7 g/ L& g# jand my tribe is scattered!
i% ^( F( ?" l6 }4 z/ q6 t9 q: CHow shall the heart be reconciled 4 @) m& W- d, z
to its feast of losses? ) l+ J- {1 p' @0 l+ i3 g- N
In a rising wind
5 [' q- r( T8 ]8 |1 Z% v" bthe manic dust of my friends,
) R% B& F5 R% U tthose who fell along the way, 0 W" h5 A% u9 s) d6 T0 g. [
bitterly stings my face. 9 [& b( y5 q e& A1 h7 T$ ]
Yet I turn, I turn,
% K1 y3 S0 p. l% J. D6 \exulting somewhat, / D; {' ^4 z0 }& ^( O$ z; Y9 L; ?
with my will intact to go - P& o P6 r& p+ m9 U
whereever I need to go, " l, _3 F2 b+ C
and every stone on the road 5 h5 j1 x! G; J O6 y6 L
precious to me. # H' O1 @* T8 n: Z4 h7 g/ f0 w
In my darkest night,
- T: m& J; p M# G: I9 s: j; Iwhen the moon was covered # n; M, w& I0 x! s- ]' C' _; ?
and I roamed through wreckage,
/ D9 T% { K6 f; ]a nimbus-clouded voice
' R# H7 {! D* g' b- X l' a7 pdirected me: , m+ Q4 A- V/ _
"Live in the layers,
6 A8 ?" p+ w) Z, ~6 Inot on the litter." 3 r% r' J. H. |! b+ b- s
Though I lack the art ?( b# ^& z. E
to decipher it,
1 w( T- z9 t4 o& Lno doubt the next chapter
) l5 ]& Q: I! T9 ~/ Lin my book of transformations
& l) B" B" C5 iis already written. 1 ^+ s/ g/ R7 B
I am not done with my changes.
3 \+ y& \- p4 i! W8 n, n+ E—Stanley Kunitz& r6 M7 o. z5 E, K3 d( P) z; X% M
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