绿音, 原名韩怡丹。1967年1月生于福建。中、小学时代在福州长大。1989年毕业于厦门大学新闻系。曾任厦大《采贝诗刊》副主编。2002年赴美留学,获文学创作硕士学位。1985年开始发表诗作。著有诗集《临风而立》（1993）、《绿音诗选》（2004）和《静静地飞翔》（2008）。中、英文诗作散见于《诗刊》《创世纪》《普罗维登斯日报》《科罗拉多评论》等数十种海内外报刊及诗歌选本。主编《诗天空当代华语诗选》双语版（2007）和《诗天空当代美国诗选》双语版（2009）。美国《诗天空》（PoetrySky.com）中英双语季刊创始人及主编。诗作曾在中、美获奖。现居美国新罕布什州。

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 Poetry Periodical. She is the founder and editor-in-chief of Poetry Sky. She lives in New Hampshire.

秋天的手掌

Autumn Palm

秋天
从一片枫叶的叶尖
开始燃烧
星星般散开的红与橙 
瞬间抵达
我的每一个指尖

我张开沸腾的手掌
看见岁月已经苍老
掌纹，纵横交错
每一条都能抵达寂寞
却没有一条通向春天 

天空暗下来，这时
如果我往秋色里加点雨
就可以酿成酒
而我是那个不醉的人
千杯，万盏 
不醉 ，亦不归
			

Autumn begins to burn
at the tip of a maple leaf 
red and orange, scattered like stars
and suddenly reach
my every fingertip

I open my boiling palm
and see the years 
written in creases, crossed,
each one touching loneliness,
but never leading to spring.

The sky grows dark.
If I add drops of rain to autumn
it will ferment into wine.
And I am the one never drunk,
over a thousand glasses and more,
never drunk, and never going back.
			

这一片斑斓

This Scene of Brilliance

窗前
一棵枫树的几片叶子
开始灿烂了

它们聚集在
一个枝条的末端
红、黄、紫、金黄
仿佛我的
梦想、幻想、冥想和狂想
如此斑斓绚丽

我无法相信
我的世界里，还有
苦难 、黑暗和彷徨

这一片姹紫嫣红
装饰我的世界
让黑暗也闪烁起来
直到秋风把它们带走
			

In front of my window
some leaves of a maple tree
begin to shine

They gather at the end of a twig,
red, yellow, purple, orange, just like
my dreams, fantasies, meditations and thoughts,
so beautiful, so splendid

I cannot believe 
there is suffering, darkness, and indecision
in my world

This scene of brilliant purples and reds
decorates my world
and makes the darkness glisten
until autumn wind carries them away
			

我的酒杯

My Glass

我的酒杯已经空了
很久很久
昨夜盛的是月色
今宵盛的是星光
明日盛的或许是秋色
或许是雪
或许是花香

而对饮的人
总在千里之外
我看不清他的脸
但我知道
他的手里也有一盏空杯

于是
我频频举杯
向千万里之外
			

My glass has been empty
for a long long time.
Last night it was filled with moonlight,
and tonight, starlight,
and tomorrow, possibly it will be filled 
with autumn scenery, or snow
or the scent of flowers

And always, the one who drinks with me is
a thousand miles away
I can't see his face clearly
But I know
he has an empty glass in his hand

So I drink a toast
to thousands of miles away