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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 ], `5 D( |& A! P- j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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G8 W% r3 T# l: v The layers' T0 ^. \+ C9 r. ~
X" u0 @8 G9 ]7 K5 X& TI have walked through many websites,
' ^( I$ L! T2 y# osome of them I like," |1 h6 P0 c# l! W. c( K2 m* W
and some of them I do not like.
; F& {- ?# G' c eOh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
3 G7 g) I6 j- n8 Bout of his true affections.
7 u! P r* b0 S7 M% z/ L1 T" VI go, I go" M8 X+ q) x' d1 ~, g5 a8 l
exulting somewhat,
! {4 C: a5 b' x; J L/ m: Pwith my will intact to go. Z8 {2 y, y" b; A( _: _
wherever I need to go,2 E0 U: t7 b" C
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community
* w) }9 k# o# Z4 s7 W* j& g% Z* vPrecious to me.
- |/ l: T1 v5 L- ]& a" ~# f: XIn my darkest night,
+ z) O/ u$ R6 m9 zwhen the moon was covered9 j+ F* l' F6 w4 i8 z) g
and I roamed through websites,3 p& ?& C6 j4 u J4 E
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice ! M* l* H# @. f" z7 ?
directed me:
/ ~$ M& Y6 f9 z1 c, B8 nLive in the layers! K8 L7 E+ K) u* O# C* r
not on the litter.
1 y. d) U$ ^* i. SThough I lack the art ( H6 S$ O5 U6 S1 s7 B% l8 L
to decipher it,; Y7 D4 f2 [% K- t D; N
no doubt the next chaper) l* u9 Z0 v" \* G
in my book of transformations% x/ l8 r1 p( v: d9 ]: j
is already written.8 X8 M7 K* c) i0 _
I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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0 P2 K9 z/ P; v) a/ B9 t& d原文在此:
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5 `) m& Z# d0 S- [) b% sThe Layers
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: w A$ c" B* rI have walked through many lives,
4 `3 T) u7 p# [* S# h' Psome of them my own,
; J6 ^6 N( E" _3 p1 C$ ~4 K- _and I am not who I was, ; A& {% h3 H' K, T) v
though some principle of being + z0 F9 t8 I; O+ Y3 l0 A7 ?
abides, from which I struggle
& e3 x- Z5 R( A0 g4 a' t/ c Rnot to stray. 2 X0 O7 W! v% }5 E6 T' l1 Y
When I look behind,
+ w$ `* Y% v; R6 w( kas I am compelled to look 2 F3 ], k- M8 f/ i* j1 q
before I can gather strength
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( u W) p( L x: N; T; T& U; dI see the milestones dwindling 8 V6 X% V8 f: [3 {$ j& o# r
toward the horizon
: R8 J7 A& S; u. }, X! H! S( Yand the slow fires trailing / `! H( C8 L! ]2 H3 U L9 {
from the abandoned camp-sites,
. u V$ D$ j# K! E! |8 L; Wover which scavenger angels
+ v, [; q& \% ?$ }* h+ A" Awheel on heavy wings. - q0 t8 Q) g/ K
Oh, I have made myself a tribe
# }6 l3 p1 Q/ Y7 m- h7 Nout of my true affections,
t' s" g6 |8 a# eand my tribe is scattered! , d0 ~9 R2 w7 M8 J' t
How shall the heart be reconciled ) }8 ]8 y- @* R' e5 K/ J/ I
to its feast of losses? 6 A$ t2 {2 U( g0 j5 n. T* e
In a rising wind
) g" z3 X' u5 Q5 a' j: Othe manic dust of my friends,
8 m! e5 }: E& U$ V# N Pthose who fell along the way, + a! V7 O, e+ O
bitterly stings my face. * W b: D6 X2 ~' S4 }7 Q2 b8 w5 ~
Yet I turn, I turn, * Q: {" a( W: ?7 \1 `3 E5 d
exulting somewhat, & |2 i7 F, b. U$ Y, i
with my will intact to go . W& Q% T7 m6 n% j6 r+ e
whereever I need to go, , M' P) s- l8 [/ Y& Z
and every stone on the road
+ {) U( L! a% }* N5 I6 G! mprecious to me. * a W. d: O: c- k1 O5 E
In my darkest night,
2 M4 w$ S, o3 J( @' O( M4 vwhen the moon was covered
9 c9 {+ r* \: e; e. {and I roamed through wreckage, / y, q3 k! f% i
a nimbus-clouded voice % T3 m# U* Z! P
directed me: h4 U$ b+ M# `8 k8 i! W* q( u
"Live in the layers,
! i# V% D7 Y/ N& T4 S% x/ Knot on the litter." ' E' Y+ d9 A# M; o( U W
Though I lack the art # P: r5 C3 Q8 X9 |
to decipher it, 1 O- ~' m' T: l- {% w: g' p
no doubt the next chapter 6 m9 V/ S& u0 V# ]& ^7 ]
in my book of transformations
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I am not done with my changes.9 ` u. e' B' A9 O' X- Z* G3 A9 c
—Stanley Kunitz
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