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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。- l6 R7 M9 f& V1 e# v0 B2 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- O/ V( b+ C; D
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The layers
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I have walked through many websites,
2 z3 Y: ^1 k) Gsome of them I like,, Q2 l2 h' k( Z R z& K! a! c- K
and some of them I do not like.% i! q( S0 S& E* t
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
5 t" ^9 P+ ^* I* Tout of his true affections.
R5 k: V+ H- R+ l5 |6 ZI go, I go" m% J9 g' }9 f0 l5 `
exulting somewhat,
" N+ G1 x" r% ^9 Ewith my will intact to go
2 k$ P: E! h8 f( ]1 b& Dwherever I need to go,
& ^& c& }7 b4 uand every post on the Edmontonchina Community
: D2 \) y" a6 F: XPrecious to me.1 K( x; R& r9 ?* J) a
In my darkest night, % ]% p& \4 W" W; m
when the moon was covered
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4 m) n! n0 j; a l6 B6 Fa nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
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y7 t' u8 e% I+ }! ~Live in the layers
$ U4 @7 L5 ^& H0 ^ M6 S5 P7 jnot on the litter.
' L' `/ r0 W k8 c3 L# BThough I lack the art
8 \5 R: }8 }" Kto decipher it,
* H- |1 a. G( C' C0 Kno doubt the next chaper# g3 I) V2 q; _$ @3 f
in my book of transformations9 B, [7 L- g0 H( s! ^8 T
is already written.9 y& d9 ^: x2 o, {8 L
I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.8 t, K0 q4 ~6 J1 B3 Y9 v
' h0 j5 g$ e0 m! V+ B& @( R( p原文在此:2 a- w* M$ Z- M8 K9 O+ B4 j' z, H
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The Layers) r4 L, ]' C: j7 o4 ^% E1 r. ?
( W% T! V" H. _( K0 a5 B }( J; kI have walked through many lives, 9 R& P: C7 W! a$ `; }
some of them my own,
7 {0 }* o2 {% P2 }. b3 [) C- Q# |and I am not who I was,
. `9 W4 J" w: j. T7 e; ]though some principle of being
9 r- A6 w# _ t1 }+ eabides, from which I struggle 1 R. X# {* j' x1 k G8 t
not to stray.
3 ~; H. L7 @+ `6 ^When I look behind, ; X# V" _* m$ ]$ g4 T) S7 C
as I am compelled to look
7 a) c% S: y$ P4 O& rbefore I can gather strength
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I see the milestones dwindling
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and the slow fires trailing & @7 X8 D' i5 t0 x# x( F% S' z" X$ j
from the abandoned camp-sites,
$ |% Q- N/ R+ A: j2 v% qover which scavenger angels 0 R' p9 D, r3 @6 g' X& M# J
wheel on heavy wings. 9 h8 N2 a6 P2 P' _( Y2 K: Q" M
Oh, I have made myself a tribe ( o5 r- I/ V: q) z$ Y! m( P c: r
out of my true affections, + U9 K. z" g1 U! V+ @
and my tribe is scattered!
, r4 ^+ `% [1 d& Q* k2 GHow shall the heart be reconciled : N) R* P: [6 D& d9 O- O& o
to its feast of losses?
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the manic dust of my friends,
5 [7 z: A, b s( v- ~4 jthose who fell along the way,
( M" [8 u5 s! P5 E! n8 Ubitterly stings my face. 4 w' R0 p# r2 e' V4 E3 ^
Yet I turn, I turn,
6 U1 p4 L1 a o5 Dexulting somewhat,
( [5 l) Z5 h' t4 I5 Q# Kwith my will intact to go 9 [9 @8 b: w% g
whereever I need to go, 4 A1 \! i; l6 Z+ l1 j8 z/ I+ G1 H
and every stone on the road : a* O; \' {+ O
precious to me. / P9 I' q7 g* l) P4 D3 j, ^$ y# @
In my darkest night,
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and I roamed through wreckage,
# ?5 G2 v n% Y) ` S, F" Na nimbus-clouded voice
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"Live in the layers, 8 m. _( p2 d/ v! }+ o( ]. i
not on the litter." 6 X" K8 _, K1 s% Q$ _
Though I lack the art
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& z$ D5 H2 l: H* b/ P; Uno doubt the next chapter
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is already written. & v3 Y9 d2 s6 ^& _8 ]4 H
I am not done with my changes.
3 s9 E7 Q/ f3 f9 G2 p' ?—Stanley Kunitz
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