秋梦，本名陈友权，又名陈学培，一九四三年出生。曾就读于越南万幸文科大学文学系及英语中心。企业家, 业余从事诗、诗论及翻译等写作。作品除了在本地的文艺版发表外，并发表于海外的《创世纪》等诗刊及大马、澳洲文艺园地。现居越南。

Qiu Meng, originally Tang Vinh Thanh. Born in 1943, attending school in Vietnam. He is an entrepreneur who spends his spare time on writing and translating. His works have appeared on a number of poetry journals in Taiwan, Vietnam, Australia, Malaysia and the United States. He lives in Vietnam.

蝉

Cicada

一                          
唱                        
再                        
唱                        

盈耳的                     
不住的蝉声                
 
想将整个下午                
愈                         
唱                         
愈                         
长                        

歌是唱不完的               
它想                      
 
在永恒的                  
一 
端                                             
会不会唱成                
绝                        
响
			

Sings 
Again 
And
Again

To fill the ears
The cicada sings without cease

She wants to sing
Pushing
The whole afternoon
To
A longer one

The song can never finish
She thinks

At the end
Of
the eternity
Should she sing 
To
The soundless?
			

日食

Solar Eclipse

天黑                               
并非因了                           
天上的雨云                        
 
满山的鸟们，都哗然                 
说夜，今天为何                     
如此早降？                        
 
俯望，脚下聚集                    
多种肤色的人群                    
手持着猎枪                      
向着太阳                          
瞄准?                              
 
仰望                               
隐约听到                           
月亮赴约的步音                     
 
啊，今天的太阳                    
很ROMANTIC
			

The sky becomes dark
Not because
Of its rain clouds

The birds above the mountain
All hurry to shout
Why night comes so early today

Look down, beneath the feet
Gather together
All color of people
Holding the hunting gun
Aim at the sun?

Look up, indistinctly
To hear the moon’s footsteps for a tryst

Oh! the sun today
So romantic
			

爬山

Climb a Mountain

忽然                          
有些感觉                     
像一颗心                     
悬挂在天空的                  
层云上                        
 
那种                          
从高空俯望                   
树木                          
都变成怔怔的                 
观众                         
 
垂下的云                      
不是戏台上的                 
垂幕                          
只听到风声                   
没有爵士                      
音乐                          
 
加快攀登                     
像加快                        
歌的节拍                      
 
在观众的                      
欢呼中                       
迳自                         
超越最高的                      
高音
			

Suddenly
Having a feeling
As a heart 
Suspending from the cumulus clouds
In the sky

And such
Look down from the upper air
The trees
All become
The scary audiences

The fallen cloud
Not the fallen curtain
On the stage
Merely hear the wind
There is no jazz
Music

Quicken to climb up
As quicken 
To the rhythm of song

In cheering
Of the audiences
Directly 
Surpass
The highest alt