殷刚（1970年6月22日）：现代诗人，祖籍江苏现居上海，国家注册城市规划师。（著有现代）诗集：《风景依旧》（2013）、《人来人往》（2015）；华文翼书真人音频书（国内首部诗歌朗诵音频合集）：《永恒的爱意》（2015年）、《荒芜之美》（2015）等。

Yin Gang(1970-): Born in Jiangsu Province. National registered urban planner. Verse Publications: The Scenery as Usual (2013) and People Are Hurrying to and fro (2015). Poetry Reading Audio Collections: Eternal Love (2015) and The Beauty of Desolation (2015). Lives in Shanghai.

张子清是南京大学外国文学研究所教授，北京外国语大学华裔美国文学研究中心客座研究员。哈佛-燕京访问学者（1982-83），美国富布莱特访问学者（1993-94）。中国作家协会会员、全国美国文学研究会常务理事、中国比较文学学会会员。代表作：《20世纪美国诗歌史》（1995，1997）。主编 “华裔美国小说丛书”（译林出版社）、“西方人看中国丛书”（南京出版社）。

Ziqing Zhang is professor of Institute of Foreign Literature, Nanjing University, Nanjing, guest research Fellow of Chinese American Literature Research Center, Beijing University of Foreign Studies, Beijing. He was a visiting scholar as a post-doctoral fellow at Harvard University from 1982 to 1983 and Fulbright Scholar at Harvard University and The University of California at Berkeley from 1993 to 1994. His works include A History of 20th Century American Poetry (1995, 1997), Selected Poems of T.S.Eliot (1985), Selected American Poems (1993) and Birthday Letters by Ted Hughes (1998). He has co-authored Two Sides of the Globe: Contemporary Chinese and American Literatures and Their Comparison (1993) and On American New Pastoral Poems (2006). He has received many awards including The First Prize of Humanities Research Science Foundation of Nanjing University in 1998.

抚摸秋天的伤口

Touch the Wounds of Autumn, and Another Poem

人们轻易撕开秋天的躯壳
流血的除了身心还有精灵和鬼魅

某一天
我们的尸骸将堆成起伏的山丘

黑夜时常抚摸潮湿的伤口
疼痛，如河底的淤泥

水流有多光滑
它的手就有多么的冰凉
			

People easily tear open the shell of autumn 
it bleed physically and mentally together with 
elves and ghosts

One day
Our corpses will be piled up like rolling hills

The night often strokes the wet wounds
Pain feels like the river bottom mud

How smooth the water flows
How cold its hands are
			

救赎的尝试

A Redemptive Attempt

我轻轻搅动太极
驱赶着漩涡
想让它们游向你的所在
我从不信任向日葵预测的方向

有时我也在采药人的峭壁上
分辨你留在风中的低语
还魂草就在脚下
我选择视而不见

那么多的燕子
都是从山脚游上来的鱼
山羊总是在模仿猎鹰的俯冲
一个接一个的跳崖

旋转的迷雾深处
藏着致命的虚无
在盛满泪水的脚印里放生
你每走一步便超度了无数的死囚
			

I gently stir Tai Chi
driving the whirlpools
and try to let them swim to where you are
I never trust the direction that the sunflower forecasts 

Sometimes, I also climb up on the cliffs 
where the rhizotomist collects herbs
and try to distinguish the whispers 
you've left in the wind 
The resurrection plants are under my feet
but I try to ignore them

So many swallows are like the fish
    that swim up from the foot of hill
Goats always imitate the falcon's dive
jumping off the cliff
one after another 

The fatal nothingness is hidden
in the depth of the whirling mist
Setting free the captives in your footprints 
filled with tears 
You've expiated the sins of numerous condemned prisoners
when you walk each step