汪剑钊 1963年10月出生于浙江省湖州市。北京外国语大学外国文学研究所教授。出版有：专著《中俄文字之交》《二十世纪中国的现代主义诗歌》《阿赫玛托娃传》《诗歌的乌鸦时代》；诗集《比永远多一秒》《汪剑钊诗选》；译著《俄罗斯白银时代诗选》《俄罗斯的命运》《勃洛克抒情诗选》《波普拉夫斯基诗选》《二十世纪俄罗斯流亡诗选》《普希金抒情诗选》《曼杰什坦姆诗全集》《茨维塔耶娃诗集》《阿赫玛托娃诗选》等；业余从事汉语现代诗的写作，曾在《人民文学》《诗刊》《十月》《诗江南》《星星诗刊》《大家》《山花》等国内重要文学刊物发表有原创作品，部分诗歌被选入数十种文集、选集和年选。

Wang Jianzhao was born in Huzhou, Zhejiang province in Oct, 1963. He is professor at Foreign Literature Institute, Beijing Foreign Studies University. He is the author of Literature Exchange between China and Russia, Chinese Modern Poetry in the 20th Century, Biography of Akhmatova, Poetry's Raven Age, One Second more than the Forever, Selected Poems of Wang Jianzhao and translator of Selected Poems in Russian Silver Times, The Destiny of Russia, Selected Lyrical Poems of Blok, Selected Poems of Poplavsky, Selected Russian Exile Poems, Selected Lyrical Poems of Pushkin, The Complete Poems of Mandelstam, An Anthology of Tsvetayeva and Selected Poems of Akhmatova. He writes poems in his spare time, and his poems were published on People's Literature, Poetry Monthly, October, Poetry of Jiang'nan, Star Poetry Journal, Master and Mountain Flower. His poems were included in dozens of poetry anthologies, collections and annual poetry selections.

刘立平，1977年7月出生于黑龙江省齐齐哈尔市。天津外国语大学副教授，北京外国语大学文学博士，美国宾夕法尼亚大学访问学者。主要从事英美诗歌研究。在《外国文学》、《世界文学》、《华文文学》、《中西诗歌》等杂志发表论文和译文多篇，出版专著《纽约派诗歌研究》（南开大学出版社，2014年），译著《纽约派诗选》（新华出版社，2017年）并主编《名著阅读笔记-简爱》（大连理工大学出版社，2010年）一书。

Liu Liping was born in July, 1977, in Qiqihar, Heilongjiang Province. He is an Associate Professor of English at Tianjin Foreign Studies University. He received his doctorate in literature at Beijing Foreign Studies University, and was a visiting scholar at the University of Pennsylvania. His areas of research include British and American poetry. His essays and translation were published in Foreign Literature, World Literature, Literature in Chinese, and Chinese-Western Poetry. He is the author of On New York School of Poets (Nankai University Press, 2014), the translator of Selected Poems of New York School of Poets (Xinhua Publishing House, 2017) and the chief editor of Notes on Classics: Jane Eyre (Dalian University of Technology Press, 2010).

月光下的乌鸦

Crow in the Moonlight

这座大楼比棺材更幽闭
一小步的错失
从生命的走廊踏进死亡的广场
女巫在喑哑的花丛里狞笑
睡着的是眼睛醒着的是心

写作中的我
像一只月光下的乌鸦
尖喙轻叩白纸
不祥的尾巴划过斑驳的墙壁
洞开一扇窄门
任凭想象的肉体自由进出

牙齿老去舌头依然健在
祖父的亡灵低低告诉我
关于坟墓中迷人的游戏
牙齿与舌头一辈子的争斗
柔软磨蚀了坚硬

我面前的这张纸
透显大片神秘的空白
一个单词的降临
宣示人间莫名的奇迹

我知道我最终将老去
如同死去的乌鸦
闻不到蔷薇的芳香
散落的羽毛是零乱的叹息

大楼在晨曦初绽的片刻訇然倒塌
传说里的蝴蝶并未出现
写作中的我不动声色
仿佛一切出自我的阴谋
羽毛斜插在月光缺席的地方
			

This building is more confined than a coffin
A half step blunder
I'll go from the corridor of life into the square of death
A Sybil is fleering in silent flowers
The eyes are asleep but the heart is awake

I am writing just like
A crow in the moonlight
The beak knocks a blank sheet
Ominous tail flits across the pied walls
A kissing gate is open
To let imagination's flesh come in and out freely 

The teeth have gone while the tongue is still there
Grandfather's ghost told me in a low voice
The charming game about the tomb and
A lifelong combat between teeth and tongue
Suppleness encroaches on hardness

The paper before me
Illustrates a great patch of secret blankness
The befalling of a word
Proclaims a nameless miracle 

I know I would grow old and die
As a died crow
I cannot smell the fragrance of rosebush
Falling feathers are the disorderly signs

The building collapsed at the moment of morning sunlight
Butterfly in the legend doesn't appear
I do not turn a hair in writing
As if everything comes from my plot
A feather is inserted obliquely in the place without moonlight
			

雪花在黑夜里腐烂

Snowflakes Are Rotting at Night

风的声音裹挟沦陷北方的我
枯叶如同溃散的败兵走投无路
我与孤灯并肩共读卡蒙斯的遗作
葡萄牙古语诡秘一如天书
我伸出汉语的手指
触摸诗歌的根须
寂寞像板结的土地坚硬异常
生存的艰难已经潜入语言
我放弃词语组合的游戏
想念白昼邂逅的美人
揣摩在彬彬有礼举动下的暗示
表白无疑是一次鲁莽的冒险
或许是爱情的路标或许是友谊的墓碑
连上帝也无法妄加裁定
在沉默中品味忧伤的甜蜜
不见创伤的疼痛给人受虐的快感
而雪花正在黑夜里腐烂
无耻的黑正在吞噬最后的白
哦美貌是一种剧毒
比见血封喉的箭毒木更为深入人心
			

The sound of wind engulfs me who has already been assimilated in the north
Withered leaves are driven from pillar to post which are just like defeated soldiers
Together with solitary lamp I am reading the posthumous works of Camoens  
Mysterious ancient Portuguese is just like a sealed book 
I stretch out my Chinese fingers
To touch the beard of poetry
Loneliness is extraordinary hard like the harden soil
The hardship of existence has infiltrated into language
I give up the game of collocation
And miss the beauty I met in the day
Conjecturing the implication of urbane comportment
Self-revealing undoubtedly is an imprudent adventure
It may be the signpost of love or the tombstone of friendship
Which god cannot judge rashly
I begin to taste the sweetness of desolation in silence
Ache without wound gives people the masochistic pleasure
However, snowflakes are rotting at night
Infamous darkness is engulfing the ultimate whiteness
O beauty is a kind of lethal toxin, 
Penetrating into one's heart more deeply than the upas curare wood