韩怡丹，笔名绿音。生于中国福建。著有诗集《临风而立》（1993）、《绿音诗选》（2004，中英双语）和《静静地飞翔》（2008）。主编《诗天空当代华语诗选，2005-2006》双语版（2007）和《诗天空当代美国诗选，2005-2008》双语版 （2009），并参与编著五本中国古诗文评点译析导读书籍。她是《诗天空》（Poetry Sky）双语季刊创始人及主编。其中英文诗散见于《诗刊》《创世纪》《普罗维登斯日报》《科罗拉多评论》等。她现居美国罗德岛州普罗维登斯。

Yidan Han is the author of three books of poetry, including Standing against the Wind (1993), Selected Poems of Green Voice (2004, bilingual), and Flying in Silence (2008). She is the editor of The PoetrySky Anthology of Contemporary Chinese Poetry, 2005-2006 (2007), The PoetrySky Anthology of Contemporary American Poetry 2005-2008 (2009), and a coauthor of five academic books that explore classical Chinese poetry. Her Chinese and English poems have appeared in various literary journals and anthologies in China, United States and other countries, including The Providence Journal, Colorado Review, and Shi Kan. She is the founder and editor-in-chief of Poetry Sky. She lives in Providence, Rhode Island.

时光容器

The Container of Time

失重
如汽球悬浮空中
汽球爆裂
眼睛像两张薄薄的纸片
落入漆黑的洞中

身体被吸入狂奔的轨道
尖叫从嘴里跳出
像金属碎片般落满一地

豁然洞开
身体贴着金属轨道飞行
穿越摩天大楼之间
窄窄的缝隙
降落于金色的水面上
回眸望去
正是星光灿烂
历史已过千年
海上依旧白帆点点
			

Weightless,
like a balloon suspended in the air.
It bursts, while
eyes like two thin sheets
descend into a pitch black cave.

The body is inhaled into 
a wildly running orbit.  Screams
leap from the mouth, 
like metal fragments 
scattering on floor.

Suddenly, the cave splits.
And the body flying along its metal orbit shoots
through a narrow crack 
between skyscrapers
and falls onto golden waves.
Looking back,
the starlight is brilliant, and 
thousands of years have passed.
And the sea is still 
dotted with white sailboats.
			

幻象

Illusion

飞翔止于凝望
任波涛万顷
扑面而来

轻盈如羽
借一片蓝天
栖息

许多花
在时间的沉默里
开启和凋谢
旋律
随风而去

在比宁静
更空旷
的幻象里
逐渐
陷入
花朵般的
柔软
与
眸的碧波里
			

The flight stops 
when you gaze at the sky.
Let billows 
come over your face.

Light as a feather,
you borrow a piece of sky
and perch on the blue.  

So many flowers
bloom and wither
in the silence
of time.  The melody gone 
with the wind.

In the illusion 
more void than silence,
you are slowly lost in
softness of flowers
and waves of eyes.