Rodger Martin is an editor, a teacher, a poet, a mentor of students, and a journalist. He has published Paradise Lost adapted for Dramatic Reading: co-editor B. Eugene McCarthy. (Keene State College, 2014), The Battlefield Guide, (Brookline, N.H.: Hobblebush Books, 2009) and The Blue Moon Series, (Brookline, N.H.: Hobblebush Books, 2006). He served as the editor of The Worcester Review during 1986 to 2012 and is currently the co-editor of The Granite State Poetry Series. He lives in Hancock, New Hampshire.

罗杰·马丁（Rodger Martin,1948-）：出生在宾夕法尼亚州阿米什农村，在英国度过童年。1966年参加侵越战争，1967年负伤后复员。获宾州米勒维尔大学学士（1972）和新罕布什尔州基恩学院硕士（1979），毕业后留校教新闻学。他先任教于基恩州立学院，教授新闻学，兼任全国教育协会和诗歌基金会诗歌对话练习新罕布什尔州项目主任。1986年以来，任诗歌杂志《伍斯特评论》（The Worcester Review）主编。新罕布什尔州艺术委员会委员。出版的诗集除上述《葛底斯堡》外，还有《尼莫诗篇：火星人视角》（The Nemo Poems: A Martian Perspective，1992）、《蓝月系列诗》（The Blue Moon Series,2007）和《战场指南》（The Battlefield Guide, 2010)。他的诗歌、小说和研究密尔顿《失乐园》的论文获阿巴拉契亚诗歌奖（1998）和新罕布什尔州艺术委员会颁发的小说奖（1990）以及两次获国家人文基金资助奖（1990，2001）、两次获新罕布什尔州艺术委员会颁发的新作品奖（1998，2001）。

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.

Wind Turbines, MountWachusettCommunity College

风力涡轮机，沃楚塞特山社区学院

Synchronistic twins, slow dancers, white and clean, 
slender against the sky, a hushed movement of Tai Chi,
the circular whoosh of their arms comforting 
as the quiet wash of wave on an evening beach.
This could be an idyll on the Dutch side of the Earth,
their even turning like strolling with van Ruysdael, 
an ancient landscape, windmills aside a green dike 
where to inhale the salt in the late day breeze 
understands the dance of necessity:
That function begets the form that begets the beauty.  

一对步调一致的双胞胎，缓慢的舞蹈者，
在天空的映衬下，白色干净的衣服，
修长的身体，无声的太极动作，
他俩手臂的环形摆动，就像
夜晚海滩上平静的波浪。
这可能是荷兰那边的田园诗，他俩
甚至像和画家雷斯达尔 一起散步，
一道古老的风景，风车在绿色的
堤坝旁边，在晚风中吸入盐分。
他俩理解了必要的舞蹈：
这功能产生了形式，
而形式又产生了美。
			

Impatiens

凤仙花

In the sweet air beyond the dawn window, 
the pink flower of an impatiens levitates, 
shimmering inches above its stalk, 

suspended on an invisible filament of web 
dropped by a spider the night before.  
The petals turn, face me like an angel 
surveying the planet the morning after creation.

在黎明窗外的空气中，
凤仙花的粉红色花朵，悬浮在
茎杆上方几英寸的地方
闪烁着微光，

停留在一只蜘蛛昨晚
掉下来的无形网丝上。
花瓣转过来，面对我，
就像天使在创世之初
的早晨，审视本星球一样。
			

Cave of Chauvet Pont D' Arc

肖维岩洞

An August storm darkens afternoon.
I lean against the kitchen counter.  My nails
split walnuts, pick the meat from shells, 
and one after another slip them into the well 

of my mouth:  a taste of time and ancients.  
Sunlight angles through the arc of a natural bridge,
brightens the brush, the white chalk of the gorge, 
and reflects onto the blue murmur of the Ardeche.  

Two mastodons cool and blow in the river.  
Nearer, musky rhino muddy in a wallow.
Across, a pride of lions, belly-up and sated; 
farther, a herd of horses graze the meadow;

Elsewhere the leopard sleeps on a limb until dusk.  
The bear have gone far into the ridges, drawn 
by the flourish of fattening berries.  Birds flit then sing 
to equilibrium's temporary lawn.

Here, beneath a laden walnut tree, the clan 
congregates, focused by the fruit's fullness. 
A couple grooms each other on the river sill;
children squeal beneath a dog patient as a saint.

Others husk, then split the shells, pop the lobes
one-by-one into their mouths, stretch, and yawn.  
Holy, this moment, between was and will;
my fingers tremble with the urge to paint. 

八月的暴风雨使下午变黑。
我靠在厨房的柜台边。
我的指甲剥开核桃，
从壳里挑出核桃仁，
一个接一个地塞进
我的嘴里，有一种时间

和往古的味道。
阳光穿过自然桥梁的弧线，
照亮了灌木丛，峡谷白垩地层，
映入 阿尔代什河的喃喃低语中。

两只乳齿象在河里凉爽地喷水。
靠近一些，麝香犀牛在泥沼里。
对过是一群狮子鼓着肚皮，很满足；
更远一些，一群马在草地上吃草；

豹子在其它地方一直睡到黄昏。
熊被肥美的浆果吸引到山脊深处。
鸟儿们飞到暂时平衡的草坪上唱歌。

在这里，在一棵满树的核桃树下，
一家人聚在一起，专注于丰满的果实。
一对情侣在河边互相梳洗；孩子们
在耐心得像圣人一样的狗下方尖叫。

另一些人剥核桃，把壳剥开，弄出
核仁后送进嘴里，接着伸懒腰，打哈欠。 
神圣的，这一刻，在过去和将来之间；
我的手指因为想画画而颤抖。