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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
2 I& N/ B! q; _5 C$ f0 C% S% U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 Kunitz9 b6 q0 u- P+ B2 x
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The layers
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4 u, J% ?$ j& r3 @! {I have walked through many websites,
" H- m$ A7 k6 psome of them I like,+ J7 A$ }! t* L' P
and some of them I do not like.
& E' U( p2 d9 ?7 v- P' vOh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
& r) x; ]3 I+ i! V4 oout of his true affections.$ `/ v! n. ]; j: A3 e5 K
I go, I go
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with my will intact to go0 K. K- W0 C6 m1 _/ k5 i7 \
wherever I need to go,) \$ m3 i* ~3 g$ x/ a# l) V a
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community . I! w% {# k+ m9 b) A
Precious to me." Q' t. O0 y( o2 n2 S( f
In my darkest night,
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and I roamed through websites,( I9 L8 h! z/ y; }7 g$ |
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
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Live in the layers
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Though I lack the art 7 A+ U2 M, n% Q6 x" W! Q1 ?
to decipher it,, |1 W* G4 v' e. G9 H
no doubt the next chaper
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: I8 Z4 u; P$ C+ r& XI love to live with Edmontonchina Community.. K, c4 W% b/ W% N% m; `. V
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The Layers
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# n- ?. _! ]; _' {/ CI have walked through many lives,
! ~7 Y" |! D- h3 ?some of them my own, # \* q( J2 f3 X8 S" c# \
and I am not who I was,
( l8 b$ G* W+ S! {5 L+ z \though some principle of being " [, v' N$ ?( `% a
abides, from which I struggle ; Z0 h& j! E, n S/ j- A
not to stray.
& {* b7 _" x, V6 vWhen I look behind,
2 |8 f6 C2 a1 T7 Uas I am compelled to look 4 m/ g" A" V9 M5 h# a0 U
before I can gather strength * P0 w; E3 g; q( w7 `
to proceed on my journey, : a6 F( J- V' g6 _
I see the milestones dwindling # R5 }6 f' Y4 u+ b( B- v
toward the horizon
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over which scavenger angels
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Oh, I have made myself a tribe
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and my tribe is scattered! 4 ?/ P x1 p% O! j
How shall the heart be reconciled ( f3 G0 `: p, q$ O7 Y
to its feast of losses? # z4 I5 R. X7 j4 k3 {- ]! U' f M8 B) ]
In a rising wind
8 P. J( w* N& Q, b3 h7 C; Pthe manic dust of my friends, 8 K1 S& @4 w+ W3 j/ W; o$ Y
those who fell along the way,
$ g: z6 c+ ?5 T0 X& s9 E/ Obitterly stings my face. " V, l4 ~0 I# e" X
Yet I turn, I turn,
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( l4 E8 D$ D% n* }' O, u- Vwith my will intact to go
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+ f9 m) O% }6 B% _ Q# K' ?and every stone on the road - z, _6 X: M7 T6 m' y- \
precious to me. * K+ }8 y7 i3 l6 a% L3 o% a1 b" |
In my darkest night,
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% z4 F7 {- B6 w- i. q3 \- Ya nimbus-clouded voice # q8 I9 V) [0 G6 V
directed me: + d& t Q. u4 `) @5 Y2 I
"Live in the layers,
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. b8 v! L* Y5 c" { p4 wThough I lack the art - M; C) i1 w7 K) X5 A' @: f8 O; d# G
to decipher it,
! }3 ]6 _/ ]7 W, K; Rno doubt the next chapter
, b. h% v* T4 V) O3 Yin my book of transformations
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I am not done with my changes.2 i) k( Y6 f9 w
—Stanley Kunitz
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