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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。8 }7 s3 v# D" O
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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4 [, j% S) ?2 O+ ~9 d/ |I have walked through many websites,2 ?! F0 G$ [: \! Z+ S
some of them I like,4 U* {, }! S3 H- I4 y6 Z
and some of them I do not like.
8 R& a! ]3 y2 s% O. _Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
1 R1 _5 Z2 ^6 `6 y7 lout of his true affections.
. ]- l4 j. M/ CI go, I go
( n) _. q+ I* U* }( ]exulting somewhat, ! n# z: S* y0 k, B2 J6 g- w
with my will intact to go
8 t) Z- h5 i7 mwherever I need to go,: x2 J6 j0 B; S( \
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community " E0 v: k$ D! Y& s# P# C) q" x
Precious to me.& b" L4 q% _5 Y/ ~" D( N
In my darkest night, 8 E4 [# v7 ^8 W& Y: q; c& v
when the moon was covered
9 Q) O* i) j2 ]8 p1 j' \2 _and I roamed through websites,' m% O7 r3 m# B5 C0 f2 P
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
F- F7 q8 ~, \5 Q/ @9 I2 Edirected me:$ p/ W, F% b& ~8 |
Live in the layers1 O6 T! \& N* |2 D% o# D. B
not on the litter.
+ b/ m0 X6 ^6 Z0 Z. I/ jThough I lack the art , [; c, e. x3 _' e6 L5 d, Q
to decipher it,* W# t6 f/ h/ C. M B% ]
no doubt the next chaper9 G, E2 G" p2 N
in my book of transformations' G( |6 M0 U1 ]
is already written.. i3 ?. {$ }7 b" J% l
I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.& P. U3 Y6 D. {: J! `. y
: l5 ^- e+ e4 b( M& O/ O9 {" z9 M4 P原文在此:+ n7 a! ~2 y" G- k3 v
1 A: B+ r7 t R7 C& |1 l: }The Layers% R/ J; V& R% ^" O9 f, S( V& E9 U+ d1 C
$ t1 X9 y. V2 c1 C; kI have walked through many lives, 7 e, N; d; r$ m
some of them my own, $ ~& {+ ~- p# j3 i. ]4 D
and I am not who I was,
7 j9 Y/ U9 [. |9 Dthough some principle of being
& a, U* S/ @' ]. wabides, from which I struggle
6 E3 [; n& `$ s8 N4 X7 n0 ~not to stray.
0 X" ~0 k& M; y/ GWhen I look behind, . w4 a9 D( `4 T0 o
as I am compelled to look ' i J' N. \$ A) c# ?. k
before I can gather strength
/ u# Y% l9 Z4 ^& L* L$ C; eto proceed on my journey,
5 Z( Q, G% M2 ]- W9 x. o) v4 bI see the milestones dwindling
9 @4 I0 [ e$ V! j; j8 Stoward the horizon
{7 E! h. F: Yand the slow fires trailing / L8 X) {. v9 J
from the abandoned camp-sites, 1 `5 m! }4 Z5 E/ R) K
over which scavenger angels
5 y9 w1 ^" `4 c. Y, ~# i, rwheel on heavy wings.
" _# }( A. E/ |+ \Oh, I have made myself a tribe " {0 f8 e& |- B2 ]4 a' H
out of my true affections,
3 A7 J+ M- y- pand my tribe is scattered! 7 Z: D& E+ q3 r' j$ U7 E! O
How shall the heart be reconciled $ M- r9 z1 |, h7 ?& ]
to its feast of losses? ; b8 N: g/ a# c- E, n; g( F. X: O- n
In a rising wind 3 {- R5 r4 f; Z8 d; N" l' {7 z3 ]
the manic dust of my friends,
2 @1 J& D% I- y) ythose who fell along the way, 2 u8 ?3 D& w9 }% a$ D% p
bitterly stings my face. ( Q# B6 ~ L7 c, o8 U9 [, [) F
Yet I turn, I turn,
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# q( V( x: Q* v; jwith my will intact to go 1 r& {6 \. [8 A) \0 W6 I5 \" t# k# J
whereever I need to go,
0 h3 ^1 W2 c0 Y$ Vand every stone on the road
% {% h, R# n9 ~: \+ \/ Rprecious to me. - F2 d8 v( O6 p
In my darkest night,
! P! D! m( s" Ywhen the moon was covered ' M- u5 E' n, A% T# f( Z
and I roamed through wreckage, / Z5 t. Q4 |8 K/ I# J
a nimbus-clouded voice 1 q/ |5 ]/ M! L' [
directed me:
0 z- H0 H% W, @( B# k"Live in the layers, : K0 q# }5 R) u8 T' i5 J
not on the litter."
1 k5 v, R# b. [# PThough I lack the art * I4 U2 G6 f( \/ P0 j+ i& e" k
to decipher it,
; S$ l( e2 D9 n- r8 p# B* dno doubt the next chapter 7 r7 s1 I$ u+ {' ~! K! A) B
in my book of transformations
, ]6 U7 _5 a- @is already written. . A, x% L9 k8 `# A* x! x
I am not done with my changes.
, m9 C) T% L4 F$ h0 {+ E6 ]—Stanley Kunitz
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