生于中国重庆，上小学时随父母移居上海。毕业于复旦大学，并分别在美国两所大学获得学位。诗天空诗人协会会员。著有诗集《四月的墙下》《时间的乡愁》《原始角落》《沉默的颜色》《抵达季节》和《太阳车轮》。现居南加州。

Yuan Liang was born in Chongqing, China. He moved to Shanghai with his parents while he attended elementary school. He graduated from Fudan University and holds graduate degrees from two American universities. He is a member of PoetrySky Poets Association and he has published a book of poetry Beneath the Wall of April (2009), Homesick of Time (2010), The Primitive Corner (2011), The Silent Color (2012), Arriving Season (2013), and Sun Wheel (2014). He lives in Southern California.

蓝眼镜

Blue Glasses

你偏爱蓝色
日子便成了蓝色的
就像戴着一副蓝眼镜
你的世界躺卧在镜片中
线条明快，安详，自如

外部的每一个物体移动
内部的每一种感觉变化
你都能在蓝色中找到解释
知道这与别人的世界不同
连上床就寝也不愿把眼镜摘下来
为了让蓝色世界固守梦中

于是你的嘴里有了蓝调
你的脸上长出蓝色的眼睛
你将某个中意的味道命名为蓝色
你走在阴影中，或者足不出户
渐渐你的皮肤也变成蓝色

一旦把蓝眼镜摘下来
你的世界和时间就彻底改变
一切都变得杂乱无序
大地燃烧着熊熊火焰
天空的玻璃随时会破碎
落下来把你砸伤
			

You favor blue
Your days become blue
As if wearing a pair of blue glasses
Your world lies down in the lens 
Lines are bright, serene, and smooth
 
For each movement of an external object 
For each change of an inward feeling 
You can find interpretations in blue
Knowing this world is different from others’
Unwilling to remove your glasses at bedtime 
Clinging to the dream of a blue world 
 
So the Blues come out of your mouth
Eyes turn blue in your head
You name your favorite taste blue
You wander around in shadows, or keep indoors
Till gradually your skin turns blue
 
If you removed the blue glasses
Your world and time would completely change
Everything would be thrown into chaos 
The earth would be engulfed in flame
The ceiling of heaven of sky would crash
Crushing you beneath it 
			

词

Word

被一个词打开身体
泪水为一个词而流
一个词是一粒种子
你不能确定
它会开出一朵花
还是长成一片荆棘

沿着血脉奔涌
词就化成血
在黯淡的阴影里睡眠
词就变成梦
心路纵横千万条
词走在路上
寻找安歇的温床

一个词追求另一个词
互相谈判，修改，润色
组合成语，俗语，或者隐喻
哪怕千分之一的意义
也能汇成萤火虫那样的光
在你的田野飞来飞去

在一个词中迷失
在另一个词中清醒
你在精心选择一个词
一个词也在苦苦选择你

一个词在你的脚步里
催促你，或是阻挡你
也许要等到生命的最后一刻
你才真正理解这个词的含义
			

The body is opened up by a word
stung by a word
Tears are running for a word 
A word is a seed
You never know for sure
if it can bloom into a flower 
or develop into a thorn 

Flushing along blood vessels 
the word becomes blood
Sleeping in bleak shadow
the word becomes dream
Thousands of roads spread across over heart
The word is on the way 
looking for a resting hotbed 

One word seeks for another word
Negotiating and embellishing with each other
and assembling idiom, vulgarism, or metaphor
Even a thousandth meaning 
can collect the light like a firefly
flying around in your field 

Wandering in a word 
but clear-headed in another
You carefully select a word 
and the word selects you as well

A word in your footsteps
hastening you or blocking you 
Maybe you have to wait to the end of life
when you really understand the meaning of this word