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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
" @1 Z( n7 O# _6 x# C$ l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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; x3 R# T* P* }( i) y/ r- G, W The layers( A7 v. S* C" ?* r' n- V/ Q* ?+ y
$ G7 a; J3 @5 K/ r9 M% {2 P6 c. {I have walked through many websites,
% Q" |4 C1 S& s9 ^2 }some of them I like,
5 }5 x+ `* S5 I8 ?" W, A# f" ]5 l* Vand some of them I do not like.
+ q# V2 T6 B% |! _& D/ ~- AOh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
6 N ?# _' t" d c, v" Zout of his true affections.4 ~. o* I& s, b+ ?* w( b) X4 l
I go, I go
# C( e o# r; c2 S( sexulting somewhat,
2 F& o z( T. Q, ?with my will intact to go8 [' a6 e! |2 S" M7 k/ C* D2 }; U
wherever I need to go,; R- R n/ `0 a+ F
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community
/ y1 @+ h! E& d- D# _( c1 X3 d# B/ bPrecious to me.4 S9 G& H- v: l- a. {4 A' \
In my darkest night,
/ Z- i- A- U9 _, T* iwhen the moon was covered
) r5 [8 J6 j8 k: e$ Z5 oand I roamed through websites,9 O5 p3 ?! w: W' r
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice . { A% S# ?# I. J2 f
directed me:
7 @3 q3 R9 [- \! e* ]( i8 NLive in the layers2 R; m, v8 D5 G9 W8 X
not on the litter.
! ?; H% i' y5 K2 L" O- VThough I lack the art
; J" K: N' E4 F! u7 Y5 z; Ito decipher it,& ~0 o; `; {# K
no doubt the next chaper0 b: k8 q8 z! K4 K5 s7 A& a4 Y# }
in my book of transformations- F6 b* u$ w# u; M x1 o3 Z
is already written.
& e; ^0 I, r" `* rI love to live with Edmontonchina Community.4 v1 q( }& A' g, B+ S9 t1 ]9 }
" l" W3 s' q+ R) E* u$ d1 Q原文在此:
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; C# x+ o/ z K) t$ h9 UThe Layers
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) g1 B+ ~/ o6 [' P8 U. u% R9 v' BI have walked through many lives,
- s0 E% @( ^; Q1 W5 _some of them my own, 7 R5 `: G; M4 U' f
and I am not who I was, 9 B' K: n8 a5 S8 r c" o( I% u2 t7 }5 N
though some principle of being ' c5 p& {$ }* [2 m7 F# i
abides, from which I struggle
% P6 L) ]8 k. ?not to stray.
0 O5 S! U4 F# H, tWhen I look behind,
% h# F, Q E& d/ y( {) `2 X& Cas I am compelled to look
6 ^3 m% r6 S) c& Vbefore I can gather strength 7 X5 ^ k. r. k9 }
to proceed on my journey, ( O% @, C8 g. x# e6 J6 S( d
I see the milestones dwindling
, i0 a { U9 I- Q6 f7 M. Ctoward the horizon
Q, [ @" C. W+ E( w, p- w8 w/ \and the slow fires trailing
7 f4 J/ b6 h dfrom the abandoned camp-sites,
8 Y/ W# F* _% p+ w% G$ oover which scavenger angels : Q8 \3 v+ y! u3 e& U* X
wheel on heavy wings. # q* M6 e Z) `
Oh, I have made myself a tribe : X& ^5 D* Y* c# l$ s/ r' i
out of my true affections, 2 O! j% q" v/ M2 n+ e7 l1 ^
and my tribe is scattered! " b/ u r5 v8 S7 a5 o# g) ]' X
How shall the heart be reconciled * K0 \1 X. U0 A1 b/ X* v8 R5 Z
to its feast of losses?
+ u" S/ k. O9 `# q, NIn a rising wind ( i, z0 a7 t5 X- R- X
the manic dust of my friends, / J3 J& I' p8 L: z/ J
those who fell along the way, % N( p7 E+ H# |' l* m
bitterly stings my face.
. R3 ^3 n' `7 q: EYet I turn, I turn,
+ G, |- s* [6 `# @exulting somewhat, 2 ^/ C/ }" ?7 A8 r. d
with my will intact to go , S. r; C3 P% ]/ b* J0 T
whereever I need to go, " d$ A X3 [/ D8 U; p- Z" Y
and every stone on the road % J+ i5 h9 n1 Y1 B, q ]
precious to me. / f. g/ G; T; c7 R6 x4 e+ i
In my darkest night, . ~: B; I; t: e
when the moon was covered
+ X, g, e3 I3 sand I roamed through wreckage,
/ V: \. f0 V$ D6 l+ ?8 H) x. |a nimbus-clouded voice
7 k/ |. Y# X: O9 p9 Z$ mdirected me: : a; n( S% i" U3 `
"Live in the layers,
1 t( G! R. u. N: s+ f. e- `not on the litter." * A! n6 u6 z+ f0 F6 D. B5 p
Though I lack the art
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no doubt the next chapter
3 |7 \8 H0 ~/ M- o! rin my book of transformations
# {; @2 n% c; }3 yis already written. 0 D+ s" f) l7 e }% i
I am not done with my changes.
# z1 V. A2 }5 q2 J7 z& @$ E* t—Stanley Kunitz
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