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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。: F' X8 T* T1 J- D' d/ f
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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The layers
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I have walked through many websites,' x8 a0 E, t' Y; M. o1 _
some of them I like,
5 f4 w' F* ]! G. P2 y5 V0 xand some of them I do not like.0 p3 E5 N+ r" f6 a' S) {
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe4 ~4 w- p- f: U* J6 G
out of his true affections.7 w' B3 h! g. p8 r
I go, I go1 w/ E2 f! J) K% e3 v' Q
exulting somewhat,
, K# w ^) u9 L: g3 D: b; Gwith my will intact to go/ U7 U' s q) H. F+ q: Z
wherever I need to go,; q7 X+ ~, S4 [1 ^" K. f4 n
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community : u+ X, \+ @1 B
Precious to me.2 b# b5 ~+ g. K3 h3 V; B) V
In my darkest night, / P- v! N# B, D& e' p
when the moon was covered% S# O. i1 n4 t
and I roamed through websites,
+ j- u- p7 t4 R3 [8 _. Ma nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
4 W7 z; n' m; sdirected me:
. U. p1 L r$ G. P; T9 \- cLive in the layers
& K9 V4 ?% }0 mnot on the litter.
5 u& H' r* I n2 E& gThough I lack the art
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P1 b" E# X% gno doubt the next chaper
) c" w; F) [; E0 E) ein my book of transformations
2 l6 g O. z6 y8 }* dis already written.* o) F& k- x$ t( I' @
I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.* i0 I9 n# y: @, I
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原文在此:* F, _% z: m' ?% N
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The Layers# \" @% P8 G8 @5 \5 q g4 o8 A% S
$ {5 p8 A- r( Z# D3 _I have walked through many lives, ( d" F. W4 s2 @
some of them my own,
! T! s. H% K8 m$ f# d! n2 w8 `) }+ J: aand I am not who I was,
1 H6 K$ m# j7 q. x; o/ H& hthough some principle of being
4 r$ g- L! F0 } b% Z2 g- uabides, from which I struggle , x1 F# t5 a" [& l
not to stray.
' |$ W. ~) l% GWhen I look behind, ' [( I, g# r3 g& J& v& [) u
as I am compelled to look 8 v: Y# y2 l7 y) J
before I can gather strength 7 o- K6 N% Q7 C' l* U- A9 ?
to proceed on my journey, ! v' h! X# H7 F
I see the milestones dwindling 7 f8 a6 G- H1 Z0 u% Y. r* N- s
toward the horizon 8 M" }) Z1 P8 r
and the slow fires trailing
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7 t3 @+ R- V$ Z5 Yover which scavenger angels " B2 U" C8 h: R! s) }# V
wheel on heavy wings.
7 z! l; Z" x3 q: {9 o1 W7 MOh, I have made myself a tribe
) ]; V% y7 O2 r, [3 ]+ Hout of my true affections, ! P$ @. g6 V2 u9 O
and my tribe is scattered! + O! ?. y& L& x9 Y4 E) l# ?4 N
How shall the heart be reconciled / S v1 Y* t; L# [3 z( j; s- q) ^* L
to its feast of losses? . l* h5 c* X' a
In a rising wind ; y" \: i6 V3 T6 H" D
the manic dust of my friends,
1 b. q; {5 V W- d/ y0 K8 V& Y6 Wthose who fell along the way, & q1 T, k6 {5 d/ g* D. {' h, o
bitterly stings my face.
: R T$ M1 G1 O; F: l+ T- Y' }Yet I turn, I turn,
% v2 E5 d- U6 i& m. Q2 ]! X, nexulting somewhat,
& E$ D; U6 ?; @4 W! N- H9 swith my will intact to go * m. X. s1 e7 N; y: C5 }
whereever I need to go,
. v2 ?$ E l- T; w8 Land every stone on the road
! T) g' @/ B, k5 Uprecious to me.
# W1 h+ M& J% Z7 LIn my darkest night,
; K5 p9 ], M' X+ K" ewhen the moon was covered 9 C- C9 ]2 B% l. z+ q! p
and I roamed through wreckage, ' g$ U1 Z) k( C; T4 r' ]
a nimbus-clouded voice
) {8 i0 ?+ H# D; rdirected me: # D- a2 x* Y3 N! G
"Live in the layers,
" B& W# N Y" l7 }not on the litter."
& _' ^% T* W2 fThough I lack the art 2 A. \- M) \$ Z. x8 u
to decipher it,
1 h5 E8 {% H4 H# Ono doubt the next chapter
0 d7 T6 d# I7 h- L6 f* jin my book of transformations
% P- A3 d! }( z/ Gis already written.
' h, A, U3 c7 XI am not done with my changes.0 R, }2 u- |& g, i. _
—Stanley Kunitz
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