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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
2 o* }6 d& j& e& A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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* o' U Z, e( b# qI have walked through many websites,3 K* w. @' P% V$ ^+ L2 J
some of them I like,
4 o- s0 T0 c( vand some of them I do not like.
& S( |+ B% m1 S# @9 ~Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
3 c; q! Y. m9 G0 W- hout of his true affections.
, S* @/ m0 |; ~* \$ n, EI go, I go( p6 P; N2 I* o3 W
exulting somewhat, 0 j6 E# n. \2 O
with my will intact to go
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and every post on the Edmontonchina Community
r5 U5 j, w7 K H: U1 GPrecious to me.
- D) x, e- n9 CIn my darkest night, " x9 p( ^: A. } c
when the moon was covered; F% Z3 X- C1 @9 d v& M+ T" q* ~1 M
and I roamed through websites,
/ s) P2 g/ w6 h1 A* J$ S" i. Ca nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
) s4 I7 L( j0 \1 f! o3 l. _directed me:
' s: A) c' R; Z$ Z, r T7 `Live in the layers
1 X& ]* W% A e# Gnot on the litter.
3 C1 T0 ]) v( a( _1 RThough I lack the art
' Y& ], _/ U/ V0 ?1 Vto decipher it, {" k* _$ [/ I; E
no doubt the next chaper$ X) [/ _& O g2 T
in my book of transformations9 ^% t; R) C' M' c/ D0 w
is already written.7 i$ e) O& }: C; y$ C
I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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/ B( v# ?" a" F2 x原文在此:
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! @3 H" z! o3 S! E' ^The Layers. [1 z- [7 ~ E. @
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I have walked through many lives, 7 ~: J! k9 W9 O: U0 R5 q
some of them my own, 3 c% q: Y* R7 Q( ^ t8 F
and I am not who I was, ! ], r' \$ B6 F( J
though some principle of being 8 ` Q/ i. s" _% T: k8 U: n
abides, from which I struggle
( m# n; B5 z2 } N) t7 onot to stray.
/ S& ]/ r# f5 |# A L: {* \When I look behind,
0 x F' }" f) b+ {1 j( pas I am compelled to look 9 w" Y' Q1 u, L0 c" S% u' F' p+ F
before I can gather strength
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) ]' M5 W4 F# Y3 \$ hI see the milestones dwindling + G; d! T. J3 x5 P9 w* d
toward the horizon
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+ p0 l( H9 C8 Qfrom the abandoned camp-sites, & I ?" r( F2 P6 `' y2 F/ v
over which scavenger angels
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% c& s- j, I4 T" c& ^4 q9 N$ gOh, I have made myself a tribe 8 |, q! ?4 y9 d) E# r
out of my true affections,
3 U% Z+ Y7 e. g/ n8 f' Q( vand my tribe is scattered!
2 K$ S) A- B4 Q5 D. S$ p9 N6 @4 z' iHow shall the heart be reconciled
: q" s/ q7 H9 x3 ^+ X: bto its feast of losses?
, I% Q5 p- }) ?9 qIn a rising wind
- w8 N5 E& _. `! Tthe manic dust of my friends, 7 @6 c4 G" j1 m! J9 H
those who fell along the way,
# e. Q1 |: y9 o: p3 m( g) }' R% lbitterly stings my face.
3 [' B! _# r$ h$ i5 }" ZYet I turn, I turn, . o- N3 Z/ X) [6 _: Y3 I& g1 T5 ^* ^) C
exulting somewhat,
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$ o1 I# ~: k/ f/ ~4 P Xwhereever I need to go, $ `" b+ Y0 e. \1 L; u5 ?3 w& l
and every stone on the road
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In my darkest night,
3 s! t9 v5 B8 b% y- M5 Twhen the moon was covered
0 M% y f1 d8 P2 L; J/ xand I roamed through wreckage, 8 f% c6 \; q8 M$ J& W
a nimbus-clouded voice
9 N' x1 O+ o- H8 udirected me:
/ n( n' g0 f$ W/ R6 l" ^"Live in the layers, 0 l( h. z! Z$ K3 g3 U2 x
not on the litter."
+ z, ?2 I$ d: H' M2 U1 AThough I lack the art ' Q) X& A) W& s7 }( d/ ]
to decipher it,
1 ?; Q) H: i2 ^/ {+ sno doubt the next chapter
' D7 o6 {$ O' Yin my book of transformations
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I am not done with my changes.
' L' Y) G. m/ z—Stanley Kunitz. G$ P, [# J" k; ]2 s
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