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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
7 G( _) q: Y; m& e& y8 l* 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# L) h* [+ V, u \5 E- j: j0 m
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The layers
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/ R9 a+ o0 |+ H4 M7 pI have walked through many websites,
3 ?! z0 ^6 ~% w6 psome of them I like,
3 l" R" e4 m$ \3 aand some of them I do not like.. Z- _9 H5 c) j2 ]
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe$ Q/ u) b5 _) t; T8 o) \$ Z
out of his true affections.1 v; r" h! |6 [+ Q# U; {: w
I go, I go6 r8 p4 I# y: b
exulting somewhat, 7 L/ Q: C: b# u4 y. h0 `
with my will intact to go ]# P$ `% n2 u. q! y
wherever I need to go, \5 b8 {8 r2 k. r3 r
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community 1 e, ~+ ^6 v4 {1 Z) q$ a
Precious to me.- J s3 N+ h1 [$ i# W3 ?
In my darkest night,
9 N V3 v1 Y5 z: M% Y# y1 p) Xwhen the moon was covered: N2 X) [# ]# J
and I roamed through websites,9 x+ D* T& p2 _) ?
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice + y+ r$ g$ q% ~/ a7 k+ `& e
directed me:) y U9 B5 I; c# Y
Live in the layers" d9 ~6 }; t9 S1 D5 Y1 h2 B5 Y
not on the litter.
2 C: j' \' a& OThough I lack the art
6 k. F. j& d, M% Uto decipher it,
" |0 R5 ?% x; R+ p" Xno doubt the next chaper
; u, \3 G; }# `( j/ u5 W" Z: `; @in my book of transformations
; h# L9 X0 y( j% P3 h/ ~( zis already written.
" }6 V8 X4 D' e, ]4 J: W5 x7 i0 ^) O! II love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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原文在此:
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3 B; b$ ^- t f8 Q* d1 w2 Y1 hThe Layers# Y( ^9 x' r) h
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I have walked through many lives,
( x5 G* h7 O' {: `. csome of them my own,
0 k3 {3 \% E. X. b0 y# Iand I am not who I was, 3 x+ a4 h1 T* k7 W3 b7 w8 |. N$ l
though some principle of being
( s; ^8 R3 E5 j1 P4 Habides, from which I struggle 7 M, {3 x( ^ q3 C1 ^
not to stray.
7 {, w' h: A' f" _& kWhen I look behind, 3 y: t {" Z0 S- B3 }3 \
as I am compelled to look
' J/ |+ `7 B6 K7 ^( `! gbefore I can gather strength
7 l2 | g- p1 ?( ]* W5 T6 u) K0 j3 Vto proceed on my journey, B7 |: @) R. c R# U& W/ H! W7 O
I see the milestones dwindling
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' j; f9 \! }1 r Tand the slow fires trailing
4 y1 S7 D& y6 \4 V3 l8 N! [8 Afrom the abandoned camp-sites, 0 t) F1 J; `& n
over which scavenger angels 6 d# n! N1 ~* `! x+ V* v2 \1 g
wheel on heavy wings.
! d' @; V4 W6 R, [6 F% ]6 V$ f' E% KOh, I have made myself a tribe 3 Z, D" J; t( G: ?/ E% T
out of my true affections,
) Q- W) ^+ ~: E# W5 g8 y9 Fand my tribe is scattered! $ m2 i8 b! Q( E( t6 v- n7 B
How shall the heart be reconciled
' N: U6 M: ]- J& v6 r- m" Dto its feast of losses?
7 [4 ~2 _/ Y% S( n( OIn a rising wind 6 t. ~- o+ G* a
the manic dust of my friends, % `! n n/ ^% C1 L# _- q6 m
those who fell along the way,
7 e: q; t5 G1 p( L) P5 B, qbitterly stings my face. % P+ b9 i) C5 K- m7 b7 u
Yet I turn, I turn, : v, C+ P9 j: C
exulting somewhat,
* q7 S" ]( P! u+ u; v6 hwith my will intact to go $ @0 _* ^1 H+ p! [
whereever I need to go, " h, l7 q' @9 o5 m! X
and every stone on the road
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In my darkest night, . N9 d+ e0 }) x
when the moon was covered 1 `1 l, n8 G+ M: ?
and I roamed through wreckage, b$ i, b& ]: c# {
a nimbus-clouded voice : B% E5 L& b# v. X
directed me:
+ q0 m+ ~( }9 }"Live in the layers, ) k, g; a# |% T2 I
not on the litter." ! g. I. j8 U) b1 S v) I
Though I lack the art
0 ~5 z4 s: @* {5 zto decipher it, * g3 e* S. b8 M9 J
no doubt the next chapter 5 n+ P: r2 U' m" ]9 A" W2 _
in my book of transformations 9 ? M: r5 z6 A0 y S
is already written. # a9 T, G2 g1 N
I am not done with my changes.) D4 f ] I7 V: Q/ ~
—Stanley Kunitz- R O; m! h6 }* B( g. B9 M
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