 鲜花( 0)  鸡蛋( 0)
|
【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
+ C5 m6 I O" w/ \5 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
$ C0 r& t: @3 a# |1 |
* m' x, X$ N/ Y! }) u- d1 T8 ]1 u% L* U
. Q2 ~- t) l* ~ Z8 C
The layers
! m/ @$ G1 J& w5 J7 M4 Q5 N0 O& w+ j e) c+ S4 J+ F- ^) c5 L
I have walked through many websites,
9 F, m2 i6 b isome of them I like,
6 h! R! I1 p0 p1 Pand some of them I do not like.% S3 Y6 i0 G: `, ], w4 W+ @% V
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe' e( i$ ~. |# z! \. i( z
out of his true affections.
9 _6 ~- o% p# j* v! I* cI go, I go
0 a$ p% ~7 A# v/ E7 Q/ j* E% }. Lexulting somewhat, # i8 a! D6 Y6 K
with my will intact to go
/ d( F! Y# t' f, S/ Q9 m+ g+ d% Vwherever I need to go,
, h! H2 E1 q4 [2 M: w0 z5 Yand every post on the Edmontonchina Community 4 }. h# v& _ s7 h5 M3 u$ p" B
Precious to me.+ U4 h9 G/ |* ^: r4 d& S
In my darkest night,
+ z& z6 p/ K1 x2 P. e+ X3 R" {0 Mwhen the moon was covered: _3 [& D7 L/ n) r% S
and I roamed through websites,* p1 N, |: A/ v$ C7 ]
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
3 q; d1 |4 I3 n. ldirected me:
" G( y1 n% k ULive in the layers
+ p" T ]/ B& K% o: T. Vnot on the litter.3 @/ ?0 u/ N0 O' {- n3 E, i! V+ }
Though I lack the art 7 a5 g) Z6 j# Q5 G5 I7 @ B: U" I
to decipher it,, W& w: S% x" q* z7 l
no doubt the next chaper
7 U' q) q( i) q6 L5 Z; min my book of transformations8 T. F5 P' M$ T$ A% p6 }
is already written.
' `+ i3 d* H" i( p" YI love to live with Edmontonchina Community.( g6 B. J9 T/ E C6 e
! w9 i& x* W" D; C$ i0 m% T原文在此:! M0 D7 M& {% a2 m. v+ ^9 u
- f) x4 i' n) m
The Layers* ^, E H5 v( e& u; G- U
- D% C4 T0 V. C' X2 _* [I have walked through many lives,
. _- J, X+ S6 m: asome of them my own,
7 F, [6 F- _) w+ x8 U% L3 Zand I am not who I was, / ^' s/ S& a* k Q! ~1 m
though some principle of being
: v n" D4 `% P4 aabides, from which I struggle
6 M+ C1 V3 [3 W' @& enot to stray.
- A' L9 C' `3 S% oWhen I look behind,
; O: ?" z$ o! l ^5 n, xas I am compelled to look . N- u M. j5 n& f
before I can gather strength
- H1 \0 r% I. Y$ f Kto proceed on my journey,
+ R/ d7 g6 G1 t. Y' C1 s& yI see the milestones dwindling * o/ o1 V9 G f
toward the horizon
* O9 L" b. j4 _1 f! gand the slow fires trailing
% M- B1 g* H! G$ p. \% r$ ]; G7 F' X2 Pfrom the abandoned camp-sites,
0 Z4 C$ N: c, w6 B5 \" Xover which scavenger angels
1 N1 {% {0 J0 ?* r. N; [/ kwheel on heavy wings.
p2 p9 P) R6 O2 X2 yOh, I have made myself a tribe
2 Z p- @# j" R8 n# Wout of my true affections,
% S* a/ {) }( V* mand my tribe is scattered! ) h% ^- f/ D& J, _1 n
How shall the heart be reconciled $ E3 M4 a8 i6 A) x) g Q: {/ g
to its feast of losses? # A. M6 t: E) v1 q* Z1 b7 f
In a rising wind
" |2 }( \' P" p0 m; }7 a' P9 Q2 X# Gthe manic dust of my friends,
# E/ Y- \' D7 |+ ~those who fell along the way,
h+ L5 \9 @6 q* \7 Rbitterly stings my face.
: z: { |. V1 O4 G& _- Q8 ^Yet I turn, I turn,
0 Y6 I# A2 D/ t4 Y8 f" C8 mexulting somewhat, 4 b" V y5 m) u5 e7 R/ \. L6 A
with my will intact to go ; T- e2 w; f) t" v: l( \
whereever I need to go, " `0 Q/ X7 O0 k( F) Y+ A; n* t
and every stone on the road 4 b# e" @3 u6 B) C! H3 o2 Z
precious to me. M$ y3 \. _+ C( ~
In my darkest night, 4 z# N' m7 _9 U6 u a3 Y
when the moon was covered ) Q+ o3 k5 e9 Z3 z( Y- g
and I roamed through wreckage,
4 X- z# g% R$ F0 j' `, ~9 Ha nimbus-clouded voice ! |5 K4 p0 K6 i
directed me:
4 T0 g1 Y' @" \8 P# v; R"Live in the layers, 3 x/ {. g1 n6 ?
not on the litter."
/ o( U3 t+ M) s' C+ p: h. ^Though I lack the art 9 [2 u% @* T7 h9 d! F
to decipher it, # V5 r& e1 f' H# I
no doubt the next chapter / S r+ h: o- X s M; `
in my book of transformations
( K a" ^0 A8 |0 h5 _1 Xis already written.
& M0 Q5 b6 W7 F# R% {4 KI am not done with my changes.
5 U' k$ q) W: b9 u- `! R& \8 d+ ^—Stanley Kunitz6 M+ Q3 t4 r# [' e
( y; r* Q4 p+ E* L[ 本帖最后由 betterbest 于 2009-3-31 13:31 编辑 ] |
|