本名蓝廷骏，在菲律宾生长，受教育。十七岁时出版第一本诗集《忧郁的五线谱》，以及继后出版的《秋天里的春天》，《盗虹的人》，《蓝尘》诸诗集，丰富了诗人60年代的创作历程。从抒情、唯美到现代诗技巧的实验，他予人的感觉是恒在改变的风格。由于环境的原因，曾停笔近十五年，再出发后，所发表的作品，已摆脱旧有的诗风，在繁复的技巧中，表现了人生深刻的一面。80年代出版有《野生植物》、《诗影交辉》二册诗集，2002年出版《云鹤的诗100首》。

Yun He, in real life James T.C. Na, was born and educated in the Philippines.  At 17 he published his debut collection of verses Melancholic Score, which in conjunction with subsequent publication of various collections, namely Springtime in Autumn, The Rainbow Snatcher, and The Blue Dust, concurrently enriched the Poet’s creative course in the Sixties.  Exploring techniques ranging from lyricism, to aestheticism, to contemporary, he was impressive with his ever dynamic style.  Circumstances caused him to pause for 15 years, and when he launched out anew, he managed to shake off the older style and depict the poignant aspects of life with a sophisticated set of skill in his then articles.  In the Eighties he put up two more collections of verses, Wild Plant and In the Light of Poetry and Photography.

乡愁

Nostalgia

如果必须写一首诗
就写乡愁
且不要忘记
用羊毫大京水
用墨，研得浓浓的

因为
写不成诗时
也好举笔一挥
用比墨色浓的乡愁
写一个字——
家
			

If a poem must be written
let’s write about nostalgia
and let’s not forget
to use Beijing wool brush
use ink-stick, ground in thick solution

just so
if the poem couldn’t be done
the brush might be swung
with nostalgia thicker than ink 
to write a word--
Home
			

瓶

Flask

                           
容纳了一海潮音
我的瓶，静默如一塑像
盲瞳里刻上万顷烟波
柔和但不可逼视
真实却无以触摸

饰你以海的辽阔与深邃，以
波光的闪烁与浪涛的起伏
透过你，我的瓶
让我观看，你如何把宇宙
浓缩、翻转、且倒置阴阳

泳於你腹中的冰澈
我已迷糊，是泉?是酒?
是不甘不烈的非泉非酒?
当千航慈渡，钟声
绕千岩万壑南来
不沾唇，但我已醉
已解缆远去……
			

Containing a sea of tidal gurgle
my flask, remains reticent like a sculpture
acres of billow etched on its blind pupils
soft yet vain to close-up stares
real but null to sensory strokes

Let’s adorn you with the sea’s breadth and depth, with
tidal glow’s luster and the wave’s undulation
right through you then, my flask
let me descry, how do you render the universe
condensed, overturned, and placed upside down

Submerged in the frosty clearness of your abdomen
I am all stupefied.  Is it the spring? Is it the wine?
Or a non-spring none-wine neither luscious nor potent?
And when all sails journey, and the toll of bells
comes south around the rocks and ravines
without even a sip, still I would have been drunk
have the hawser undone and gone far off...
			

空舟

The Empty Canoe

                           
何其庞大的空寂
隔开了尘嚣与繁华
在你眼前扩张、伸展
让你整体投入了
如此纯净的孤绝中

如此纯净
沙粒、泡沫、滩与不羁的浪花
潮汐连接潮汐、记忆追逐记忆
远与近的坚持、新与旧的和合
时与空之距离间
你修长的立姿恒在

你修长的立姿恒在
云迷离、风隐失
涛声骤止，瞑色蓦临
浅搁在滩上，你是
那翻转了的空舟
等待再次沉没
			

What an enormous inane is it
isolating the hullaballo and he boom
stretching, extending before your eyes
dropping your entirety into
such a solitude of crystal purity

Such crystal purity
the pebbles, foams, beach and surging wave
tide following tide, memory chasing memory
far and near persisted, new and old allied
distance between time and space
and you erect form eternal

and your erect form being eternal
the cloud vague, wind subsided
tidal roar stopped short, dusk fallen quick
stranded on the beach, you are
that capsized empty canoe
waiting for the next submersion