Claudia Keelan is the author of four books of poetry and the director of the MFA International at University of Nevada, Las Vegas. She lives in Arden, Nevada, with her husband and two children.

克劳迪娅-凯兰是四本诗集的作者，目前在拉斯维加斯内华达大学主持国际艺术硕士培训工作。她与丈夫及两个孩子住在美国内华达州阿登市。

老哈，原名李小庆，1960年生于中国成都，现定居美国内华达，以读诗、译诗、写诗为人生趣事。

Poet and translator. Under Chinese pen name Laoha, he translates and writes poems both in English and Chinese. He was born in China in 1960 and now lives in Northern Nevada, USA.

Antique

古董

She bought the teapot because it was broken
& broken still valuable,
A thing not available to her otherwise.
On its restored surface a pastoral
Flickered once. Too late.
She was not honest but she was a poet
Mending the broken valuable . . . 
"What absolute nonsense!" cried the Earthworm. "Nothing
Is ever all right in the end and well you know it."
Poor Earthworm, Ladybug whispered,
Loving all that is disaster
Bellydown breathing with it everafter.
			

茶壶虽破却仍有价值，
她买了下来，
因为如果没破就没她的份儿。
茶壶外表原本隐约可见的田园景色
修补好后已不见踪影。可惜！
她不算诚实但她是一个诗人，
把补救已损的有用物品看作本分。
“这绝对是在胡说八道！”蚯蚓哭述，
“末了一切都没好结果，这你知道。”
可伶的蚯蚓， 花瓢虫低语道，
爱上了所有的那些灾难，
从此随灾难一起爬下喘息。
			

Au Revoir

告别

Something happened to time
Or something happened to the mind
In time in the months
Of the 1st year after
The 20th century ended
Never before had the present
Filled so with the past's
Immediate and enormous
Body    Everything said
Which was meant to be said now
Was a mistake
Now was over really & though
We'd expected it to be over
Years and years before
Here we were
There, the future oh my
Inside its elephant alphabet
			

是时间出了毛病
还是头脑出了毛病
二十世纪结束后
第一年的这些日月里
如今的空间
竟破天荒地被过去
刚刚消失的庞大身体
充塞得如此的满
过去说了本该现在说的话
那是一个错误
如今实实在在地过去了
尽管我们期望它
多年前就已成为过去
这儿我们来过
那儿是未来，哎呀
它就在那大象般的字母里
			

Towards

朝向

It was love and then
it was poetry
but it was poetry
that believed in love.
It was doubt and then
well, it was faith
but it was poetry
we worried the beads of.
It was death and then
─or before then?
in the actual face of─
in the deep pilings of─
fallen in the bagged old city
of─and then it was life,
savaged in the mouthings,
scraped in the garbage tin
of, ate in the holy
oh holy day of it was life
but it was poetry
we closed her lids with.
			

先是爱情，然后
是诗歌。
但是是诗歌
才对爱情深信不疑。
先是怀疑，然后
是信仰。
但是是诗歌
让我们最为操心。
先是死亡，然后
--- 或者没有然后？
在现实的面前---
在林林总总的情形下---
坠入臃肿的老城中---
然后，才是生活，
言辞的粗暴，
垃圾桶的磕磕碰碰，
在神圣又神圣的日子里，
吞没掉的是生活。
但是是诗歌，
我们靠她才得以盖得紧紧。