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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。
, g' q, C' l: Z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: A; b* M- O& ~1 e5 p7 C6 I/ w5 g
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I have walked through many websites,
+ B& i. f9 D1 E1 Y5 s. `' Q: o) dsome of them I like,
+ b: |. C( P0 H0 ^and some of them I do not like.- I3 [2 C2 N$ ^
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe$ b2 \& @3 m8 H9 @" c
out of his true affections.
5 n& _ M' U g8 m: zI go, I go! {6 _6 f7 ]/ \7 H, `/ P* A
exulting somewhat, # j; h1 a5 w6 T
with my will intact to go( d, `* f }. X7 C2 t
wherever I need to go,- n2 i5 y! F7 G3 }0 s4 G9 ?
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community
+ Q( {: d ]7 D9 j) CPrecious to me.
% _' N! a2 {0 cIn my darkest night, 7 {5 K+ t! k6 ?- M/ ?
when the moon was covered
: y% H, o& b( I' \8 |& ~ xand I roamed through websites,2 M$ O$ O: l1 u$ t% b2 J
a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice 4 @" s8 M( M. t, j' l) N
directed me:! j$ `- `+ J0 [5 m$ `
Live in the layers/ c6 X; G1 i$ S4 N1 l" q* H# A
not on the litter.4 }4 X- N3 i" ~* B/ G' A9 x9 W
Though I lack the art
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no doubt the next chaper% }5 R" @* j9 ^: g) a
in my book of transformations
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" P% t4 l0 g- a# EI love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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原文在此:
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[, V0 ~! m5 j- d7 I( VThe Layers* o$ N5 i# R) w# }: p! Q( c
2 f; F, Z, |8 c" {% {$ ]I have walked through many lives, 4 J: \ ?+ I/ g! r, G
some of them my own,
1 Q% F: B4 l' N+ eand I am not who I was,
7 ^, @6 [# i' T# m6 v0 p+ }though some principle of being R, w) {' k/ ]' O
abides, from which I struggle % a) u' h" L# \$ z8 a2 c5 ^
not to stray.
9 v! I8 p+ H( T: L: B+ R0 V/ Q. _When I look behind,
7 Z4 a I/ ^/ H/ N5 e: eas I am compelled to look
2 Z% l& J' c' _before I can gather strength
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I see the milestones dwindling ! K# w! |5 D7 P
toward the horizon 0 g& @0 g) R2 ~7 M# M
and the slow fires trailing
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1 |6 A) a2 e( X6 _2 U% T6 cOh, I have made myself a tribe - ~. r9 E4 N" y1 ^! A* }
out of my true affections,
: g* H: }3 r) H3 |9 V8 l% Tand my tribe is scattered! : B! _4 k% w! |7 O C0 l5 m
How shall the heart be reconciled
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$ M" O6 B; [6 p+ _' }* c8 e. E8 hIn a rising wind
, i5 y2 ?3 p% p% L; Ithe manic dust of my friends,
1 S# l/ q- V* M0 k5 Kthose who fell along the way,
3 `. u" T. K6 C1 b! U* ^4 [bitterly stings my face.
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exulting somewhat,
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and every stone on the road
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( g! g( @7 r5 U7 b! c9 QIn my darkest night,
# @" ]* t! Y) F) ?when the moon was covered
8 V, s: N, @" C6 }/ ^2 Dand I roamed through wreckage,
5 L' k) t& f L& Z! O6 xa nimbus-clouded voice ( g. ^% E" K4 Z0 D
directed me:
. w; j, |) c! w# Y"Live in the layers,
) j8 a5 k1 W, d) K7 s- snot on the litter." 3 Z& i5 q* Y$ n$ v" M: U& d
Though I lack the art
: @7 C0 T& Z9 S* M: Zto decipher it,
& ^4 O/ T* M8 q k4 F# l& sno doubt the next chapter + h7 B8 D% p u+ a# z" n$ @
in my book of transformations . v9 p* L! x4 D; J1 u
is already written. ; k$ m o. o& V! o! f$ x, D
I am not done with my changes.
0 _: N) j& A+ G0 }( K8 N3 k- i—Stanley Kunitz
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