潇潇，诗人、画家。《大诗歌》《青海湖国际诗歌节特刊》执行主编。1993年主编了中国现代诗编年史丛书《前朦胧诗全集》《朦胧诗全集》《后朦胧诗全集》《中国当代诗歌批评全集》。出版诗集有：《树下的女人与诗歌》《踮起脚尖的时间》等。长诗《另一个世界的悲歌》。有诗作被翻译成德、英、日、法、波斯语、阿拉伯语等。其绘画作品参加了“中国当代诗人艺术展”；“中国当代文人书画展”等。曾获首届“探索诗”奖、“中国第三代诗歌功德奖”、“汶川抗震救灾优秀志愿者奖”、“第二届中国诗剧场-诗歌奖”、第五届“闻一多诗歌奖”、2015中国实力诗人奖等。

Xiao Xiao is a poet and painter, the editor of The Special Issue of the Qinghai Poetry Festival. In 1993, she edited The Collected Works of the Pre-Misty Poets, The Collected Works of the Misty Poets, The Collected Works of the Post-Misty Poets, and The Collected Works of Contemporary Chinese Poetry Criticism. Her poetry collections include The Woman and Poems Under the Tree, and Time Standing on Its Tiptoes, among others. Her long poem, Elegy for Another World has been named by critics as a representative work of Chinese women poets from the 1990s. Her work has been translated into a number of languages. She is a recipient of an Exploring Poetry Award, and Achievements by A Poet in the Third Generation Award, A Wenchuan Outstanding Volunteer Award for assisting with earthquake relief, A Chinese Poetry Theater Award, the Wen Yiduo Poetry Award,etc.

Poet and translator. He is a co-translator of Frontier Taiwan (Columbia). His book of poems Man Cut in Wood was published by Valley Contemporary Press in 2003. He has lectured on the I CHING at the Temple School of Poetry (Walla Walla).

诗人和中英文翻译。曾翻译了很多中国现代诗人的作品介绍给美国的诗坛，曾任美国西北部诗刊《诗庙》的编辑。他是美国哥伦比亚大学出版社出版的有关台湾的“前沿”一书的翻译者之一。他还曾在《寺庙》创办的诗人学校里讲课。他的个人诗集《刻在木头里的人》2003年由美国当代山谷出版社出版。

我看见，这颗心

I See This Heart of Mine

是的 ，就在今夜凌晨3点
我看见这颗心是怎样
破碎的，滴血的樱桃
挂在秋老虎的牙齿上

这颗心依着苦涩的肩膀
杵着忍耐的拐杖
牙关紧闭
一点一点前行

并没有像往常
在被撕咬的疼痛中
血流不止地挣扎
而是把悲苦卷起来

是的，这颗心开始在
苦水的浸泡中
回甜地度着春、夏、秋、冬
平静如水，并不在季节之外抱怨

当这颗心彻底穿越
肉体的空门内外
谎言、借口、假象、背叛
统统都变得比风更轻

人生所有的黑
仅仅是一种颜色
我看见，这颗心去雪中取暖
把自己捣成了一张承受的宣纸
			

Yes, at three o'clock in the morning I see
How it is with this heart of mine
In pieces, a cherry dripping blood
In the tiger's teeth of a fall heat wave

It leans with beleaguered shoulders
On a cane of resignation
With teeth grimly clenched
Pressing forward bit by bit

No longer what it was once
Torn apart, writhing in pain
Struggling as it bled out
Now it rolls up sorrows.

Yes, this heart steeped in bitter water
Recovers sweetness as it passes 
Through spring, summer, fall, winter
Like a placid pool, never grudging the seasons from without

Once this heart fully passes through
The body's empty gate 
Ruses and betrayals drain of consequence
And grow lighter the wind

All blackness of human life 
Is no more than a color
I see this heart on snowy ground, seeking warmth
Turning receptive, like a sheet of rice paper
			

一部分
——为我的画配诗

A Part
—Inscribed On One Of My Paintings

我把今生的一部分
一笔一笔藏进了这幅画里

我与谁捉迷藏
来世高高悬挂在轮回的颜色之上

梦朝着时间的反方向漫延
白天成了夜晚的缝隙
疼痛在缝隙中成为爱的一部分

正如情爱习惯于在细节中丢失
在客厅中退场

如果寒冷是温暖的一部分
活着也是死亡的一部分

一瞬间，灵魂在色彩中醒来
一个影子还原成红、黄、蓝

我又把生调和成各种绿
把死抽象成漆黑
			

A part of my life is here
Hidden stroke by stroke in this painting

I play hide-and-seek with someone
My next life hovering over reincarnating colors
Dreams spread against the tide of time
Daytime becomes a crack in the night
Pain in cracks becomes a part of love

Just as love gets used to fading in the details
Bowing offstage at home, in a living room
If the cold is a part of warmth
Then living is a part of dying

All at once my spirit awakens in color
A shadow returning to hues of red, yellow, and blue
And I blend life into shades of green
As I abstract death into pitch black