谷频，浙江舟山群岛人。中国诗歌学会会员，浙江省作协会员，舟山市作协副主席，《群岛文学》主编。作品散见《诗刊》、《青年文学》、《星星》、《中国诗人》、《诗选刊》等。出版诗文集四部，并入选各类年度选本。

Gupin is a native of Zhoushan Islands, Zhejiang Province. He's currently a member of Chinese Poetry Association, Deputy Chairman of Zhoushan Writers Association and editor of Islands. His poems have been published in a number of magazines including Poetry, Youth Literature, Stars and Chinese Poets, etc. He has published four literary books and his poems have appeared in various anthologies.

樊维娜，诗人，译者。已出版诗集《诗意的野性》（2010）和《背对太阳》（2012）；译著为欧茨的短篇小说集《狂野之夜》（2011）以及《格林童话》（2014）。她于2015年获得西澳大学的文学博士学位，目前于浙江外国语学院教授英美文学。

Weina Fan is a poet and translator from Xi’an, China. Her first book Poetic Wildness was published in 2010 and her second Against the Sun in 2012. She has also published a Chinese translation of Joyce Carol Oates’ Wild Nights (in 2011) and a translation of Grimm’s Fairy Tales (in 2014). Weina completed a PhD in Literature at the University of Western Australia in 2015. She is currently a lecturer in English Literature at Zhejiang International Studies University.

简单的场景

Simple Scene

当你在风中远离黑暗的海洋
对于年代的宽厚，连鱿鱼的骨骼
也成为忠贞的读本，废弃的舢板
在浪花的床榻上醒着
而风暴的弧度足以摧毁航行
在无人可诉的时刻，我多想
一个人紧紧握住方向
但记忆却将美好的事实变成祭品

潮水的流速与飞翔的底色无关
无数怪异的鸟，把自己的巢
建在更深刻的海底，以寂静来迎娶繁星
他们的呼喊比命运更加模糊
谁点亮桅灯，让时间扣留了渔火
一根缆绳，就有一寸寸的思念裹在里面
我不怕衰老，也不怕孤单
热情虽在消逝，但对大海从不会厌倦
			

When you are departing the dark ocean in the wind
for the leniency of the time，even the bones of the squid
would become a duteous reader，the deserted barge 
is awake on the bed of spoondrift
while the radian of the storm is big enough to smash the voyage
At this moment，with nobody to speak to，I desire desperately
to hold firmly the direction on my own
However，the memory turns the fine fact into sacrifice

The velocity of the tide has nothing to do with the flying grounding 
Numerous weird birds set up their nests
profoundly deep down in the ocean to marry the stars with quietude
Their yell is dimmer than fate
Who lighted the headlight，allowing time to detain the fishing light
There would be yearn wrapped in the thick rope，inch by inch
I dare not to be old，to be lonely
Though my zest is wearing away，I will never be weary of the ocean
			

宁静与骚动

Quietude and Commotion

当盗火者还停留在企图达到的高度	
礁岩却是大海多余的枝叶
在腐烂中，屏蔽住我们的仰望
每次经历，都是夜晚迷人的诱饵
而你却从不露出洁白的牙齿

此刻的激流，鱼群在狂欢节日
潮水漫过的陆地，网具在破碎
他们对野花或鸟鸣的丢失
从来都无动于衷。这个残酷的秋天
像连环画被波涛无情地掀翻

对于水手来说，荣耀只是远离了
所有的喧嚣，在被搁浅睡眠的异乡
什么都可以点燃思念的火柴
在落日的方向，大海的宁静与骚动
都是为明天启航准备的早餐
			

When the fire robber still stops at the attempting height
The cay is the redundant leaves of the sea
While rotting, our looking-up has been screened
Each experience is the charming bait of the night
And you never reveal your white teeth

The current riptide, shoals of fish are frolicking and reveling
The land immersed by tidewater, the netting gear is breaking and broken
They are nonchalant toward wild flowers
Or the loss of birds' twitters. This cruel autumn
Is mercilessly upturned by the waves like comic books

For the sailors, glory is far and distant
All the noises, are grounded in an alien sleeping country
Anything can kindle the match of yearning
In the direction of the setting sun, quietude and commotion of the sea
Are all breakfast prepared for tomorrow's sailing