庄伟杰，闽南人，旅澳诗人作家、评论家、书法家、文学博士。毕业于福建师范大学中文系，北京大学中文系访问学者，复旦大学博士后。1989年底赴澳洲留学并定居。现为华侨大学华文学院教授，暨南大学兼职研究员，并任国际华文出版社社长兼总编，中外散文诗学会副主席。曾获第十三届“冰心奖”理论贡献奖等多项文艺奖，作品及论文入选上百种版本，有诗作编入大学教材《海外华文文学读本》。至今出版专著有诗、文、论和书法等10多部，主编各种著作50多部。

Weijie Zhuang, originally from southern Fujian in China, is a poet, writer, critic, calligrapher and Phd of literature residing in Australia. He graduated from Fujian Normal University majoring in Chinese language and literature, and is the visiting scholar of the Beijing University. He obtained post-doctoral position in Fudan University. He is now the professor of Chinese Department of Huaqiao University, part-time researcher of Jinan University, president and editor-in-chief of The International Chinese Press, and president of Australia Chinese Poets Association. He won a number of literary awards, such as the Theory Contribution Award of the 13th Bingxin Prize. His works and papers are included in hundreds of editions. Some of his poems have been included in Overseas Chinese Literature Reader. He has published more than ten books of poems, essays and papers and has been the chief editor for more than 50 books.

浪迹

Wanderings

那时  梦的天空
变成纯蓝一片
我枕着的空间
一枚银色的钻石
旋舞
闭住眼睛  是白昼
睁开眼睛  也是白昼
梦在浪迹后  蓦地
消失
剩下  不能久存的
           记忆
			

At the time     the sky of my dream
Was azure blue
The space where I lay my head
a silver diamond
whirling
I closed my eyes and saw daylight
I opened my eyes and again saw daylight
After dream's wanderings   it suddenly
disappeared
Leaving       memories
            that cannot last long.
			

放逐

Exiled

时光在褪色
灵魂在远离肉身
路边的树叶在肆意喘息
稀释的空气越来越薄
在头顶绕来绕去
整个夏天的傍晚
城市的脚步乱了分寸
或深或浅  没有规则
温情似乎疲倦
沉闷让夜变得晦湿
一份孤独无处安放
风卷不起涟漪
光找不到定点
推开夏夜的窗户
发现自己像无助的少年
置身边缘  独立苍茫
			

Time's color fades
The soul departs the body
Leaves by the road gasp wantonly
Diluted air grows thinner and thinner
Lingering above the head
An entire summer evening 
When city footsteps scramble norms
Now deep, now shallow, there is no standard
Tender feelings seem tired
Depression makes the night damp and gloomy
Loneliness has nowhere to rest
The wind rolls up no ripples
The light finds no fixed location
Opening the window of a summer night
Only to find myself a helpless child
Keeping to the margins  alone, hazy