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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。4 d& o: W! F& P& H
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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I have walked through many websites,8 L6 T8 N: z* h# K o
some of them I like,8 k; Y% A: y7 n4 G9 P- \/ O- G
and some of them I do not like.- g* k( c, u( t' F2 i/ ~
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe9 E4 [9 T, r. [5 L- q$ ]" Q/ @8 `
out of his true affections.% O) \! [- R3 z0 ^9 X
I go, I go |# f5 m( w" W* B U
exulting somewhat,
1 I- s) c8 O& ]/ L8 b4 t( qwith my will intact to go
# ]! e& X l& A5 W* dwherever I need to go,2 M; x( Q$ ?) J: K
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community # Z7 p4 r7 l% s( P" e% ~: b
Precious to me.* s# i( X3 Q3 b3 p- W. ~
In my darkest night,
" c, p( a; Z1 Z }2 lwhen the moon was covered
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0 f9 Z" B F$ i' ]8 i3 _a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice . _3 X$ ^! D, l/ U5 A
directed me:9 }% @9 _6 Z' g' L9 j. ]7 n
Live in the layers6 P* j* U: D0 C4 O
not on the litter.
' t* C% P V/ Z, D. mThough I lack the art
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no doubt the next chaper
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is already written.
$ Q7 h/ w/ E1 B4 v( wI love to live with Edmontonchina Community.4 b7 ^! p; @6 G& w
6 @& ]) x4 w. d原文在此:$ l* x! Z9 }, ^+ M/ l
% R: v1 \/ Y ^8 h C: MThe Layers
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I have walked through many lives, ) J+ B/ Y+ X3 @& u
some of them my own, - t7 y4 a5 b& H$ `" J4 Z" E' l
and I am not who I was, ( A T7 D( `' D
though some principle of being / P: Q5 F% I7 G& A1 \" _* S4 y
abides, from which I struggle ; C" C/ c {8 r: R+ }% m
not to stray. # {7 \! C) ^& q3 k9 Y
When I look behind, 2 ^! I; u6 c7 A7 S
as I am compelled to look
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to proceed on my journey, 4 l3 k% T- Y% _6 r" F
I see the milestones dwindling 2 K8 ^( }1 q! Y6 q. t) V
toward the horizon
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from the abandoned camp-sites, . W. u% P& z; ?! A4 l# j5 G, g
over which scavenger angels ! \4 {/ U0 H2 A# Q
wheel on heavy wings.
' C% `1 C( c! Y" X! e5 o6 z! ~Oh, I have made myself a tribe / w0 M8 }+ T+ ^
out of my true affections,
( X4 g) [" C' k7 H, G1 h. Kand my tribe is scattered!
, y R* c4 t1 Y! H9 g5 ?How shall the heart be reconciled
; k* Q5 @) t5 C9 O& W0 ` `to its feast of losses? , l$ k# y! Y: l
In a rising wind 3 r6 }4 M( Z0 M. V% v# K
the manic dust of my friends, ' ^9 p* F* M, r% j' v1 f# b+ L
those who fell along the way, 8 \+ I/ ^. q" N: @
bitterly stings my face.
$ t* O( j2 M# y3 y2 ]* BYet I turn, I turn, # g! E9 Q, ^/ k5 a" Q. t
exulting somewhat, 8 d7 y2 b6 _9 ]0 o
with my will intact to go
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and every stone on the road ( E' J2 c) w# P9 L
precious to me.
0 R B+ l6 ~; q2 y; k0 jIn my darkest night, % E. F& K- h' L4 W% x
when the moon was covered
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' P- B# \0 o$ d$ idirected me: . u4 m: u, {1 c, m7 t0 E1 R# _( o
"Live in the layers,
" B; l3 e G8 T* xnot on the litter." S. c" E7 F4 D
Though I lack the art ! z" L# F) m/ m; W) {) r+ H; h- T
to decipher it,
- G; l9 T8 N. w( @ z$ @no doubt the next chapter 3 N/ W$ L8 W P+ o& R
in my book of transformations
$ ?; B& s. ?6 o1 c+ t. L4 y8 F$ {is already written.
$ k9 O' n: [! a% C. Z9 I2 H# hI am not done with my changes.7 r% }, P" E, B% g3 g' ~( R8 ]# k+ F& K
—Stanley Kunitz
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