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【五周年征文】诗歌一首,根据Stanley Kunitz的诗歌 The layer 改编。- I, ]$ k8 a( @$ q4 o& L
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 Kunitz2 }1 o# k, O- p
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The layers
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5 T [# b/ Z, D) dI have walked through many websites,
: l+ v/ U- G/ d% Y; O+ ?. C Rsome of them I like,) u, R) m3 c; H/ p* X
and some of them I do not like. B9 A/ _4 r. M- u* q# B( e
Oh, Lao Yang have made a tribe
1 A/ b3 J- N' nout of his true affections.
^7 G6 D* Z, [3 c3 D( U2 `I go, I go) T9 n0 F6 x) c6 W0 a! e0 }
exulting somewhat, + S' K, U$ E8 R+ T, x% |7 S7 X5 @& G
with my will intact to go
4 t& Z% `7 c5 Q) _) Kwherever I need to go,9 _9 Q' f4 W1 E1 v
and every post on the Edmontonchina Community ! m% X+ x' I4 Z: m( A
Precious to me.2 g5 e l8 ?& ^( h# g2 W, u* a
In my darkest night, 1 z. i) E |! \: h; i9 H
when the moon was covered' A. ^4 N F* }4 r& y; G9 h
and I roamed through websites,
- h( ]) Q: F& _! k3 x2 ]a nimbus-clouded Lao Yang’ voice
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# D# e2 w5 T! n; dLive in the layers( H6 m' t0 N; C
not on the litter.
5 H3 O# i D( JThough I lack the art
' C& i( c+ g# fto decipher it,
+ ~' B/ X! W2 l5 Xno doubt the next chaper
7 S) n" n' `, J$ {in my book of transformations8 I0 `. A" G# {! ^( @ a
is already written.
+ E8 Y7 m# S1 K1 ~I love to live with Edmontonchina Community.
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$ ?4 q9 u. a+ | D, U8 S" ~原文在此:
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/ _' O3 }5 P0 _2 K1 k+ P1 cThe Layers2 D$ h" \0 F; T" a$ Z
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I have walked through many lives,
9 Y+ V/ P* x* T6 F1 t4 Psome of them my own, # ?+ D; c& B; \. n' h
and I am not who I was,
& |! U$ c1 h: N. K2 T8 Ithough some principle of being
- Y) K( s* |+ |) l- Mabides, from which I struggle
5 P; S8 A3 C! V1 U+ N7 S5 Wnot to stray.
d0 w5 i% e8 P( n; G- GWhen I look behind,
7 f; e5 [" Z, w7 Nas I am compelled to look 2 e9 o, |7 |0 Q$ b$ m" c
before I can gather strength ! G) e+ Y6 Z: e$ C& P' w
to proceed on my journey, $ W$ O, x4 y/ e" ]
I see the milestones dwindling
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4 [4 ~: E( F" P$ r4 Y" Qand the slow fires trailing 8 e( d* p @& N' `5 }" Y/ A$ V
from the abandoned camp-sites, 8 y4 A" p& B. s1 V0 v. O# ?
over which scavenger angels
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8 P2 o. h5 o* c' f' H1 a4 r0 vOh, I have made myself a tribe - j) p: d f, M+ M
out of my true affections,
7 u% H& h. i$ Jand my tribe is scattered! 7 P7 M( L7 d* w6 C; T0 z- K* ~
How shall the heart be reconciled 0 i- e/ j8 @- E) I t/ @6 H2 D
to its feast of losses?
9 J1 v" b- D, ]( r& b1 b7 E) j" A! PIn a rising wind
+ @# S, l. k, }% {the manic dust of my friends,
$ c4 J( Q3 q/ N& _& Q) `, v6 @those who fell along the way,
6 p/ |8 S0 P |% K: U! Sbitterly stings my face.
* W3 [, j- z0 C; h6 f3 \* jYet I turn, I turn, 7 e+ h: s5 [/ O2 [. }5 D& p
exulting somewhat,
6 K: k& v7 X5 zwith my will intact to go
6 x" X0 R: u9 A* Y, G/ \whereever I need to go, 1 n0 z. T- ]- P$ }3 G8 T
and every stone on the road ; b! D7 i* x! Z1 h3 j% ~1 W
precious to me. 8 W- R9 D/ s d, u: l6 L% x
In my darkest night,
! C- ^' h; G6 owhen the moon was covered
$ ]7 p! z% V* g9 q+ dand I roamed through wreckage, O7 ]! g3 p$ V4 W0 L! C* F t! E
a nimbus-clouded voice
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"Live in the layers,
$ j& M) u2 f9 d. c! F: q9 u) S) |not on the litter." $ K( c5 c- e! b1 g( Q
Though I lack the art + V( T- t; b7 a* m6 [7 H* F1 u5 p" d
to decipher it, 7 e* x# J# a5 H$ U+ ]% \
no doubt the next chapter
9 d c: `" Y; X( O, Xin my book of transformations
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I am not done with my changes.
& q# h0 L! F V9 r—Stanley Kunitz8 Y, |* J6 Q; v* F- _& ]( x
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