刘向东
Liu Xiangdong
刘向东，1961年5月5日出生于河北兴隆，一级作家，中国诗歌学会驻会副会长、河北省作家协会副主席、《诗选刊》主编。出版有诗文集《母亲的灯》《落叶飞鸟》《诗与思》《沉默集》《读诗记》等28部。作品入选《中华人民共和国50年文学精华》《中国新诗百年百首》等两百多个选本，部分作品被译成英、法、德、俄、日、波兰、捷克、塞尔维亚文。
Liu Xiangdong, born 1961, Hebei Province, poetry editor-in-chief for The Best Poetry of China. His poetry books include Mother's Lamp, Fallwen Leaves Flying Birds, Poetry and Thoughts, Silence and many others.
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王屏
Wang Ping
王屏，北大英语系文学学士，纽约大学比较文学博士, 美国麦克乐思特大学终身教授，主教诗歌，出版15本英文诗歌、小说、翻译，受邀国际诗歌节、电台电视已达上千次，包括耶鲁，普林斯顿等大学；获多项文学大奖，包括“杰出移民”奖，委内瑞拉“国际优秀诗人奖”，“明州先锋诗歌桂冠诗人”。中文作品发表于《北京周报》，《作家》，《草原》，《诗歌月刊》，《美文》，《青岛文学》。
Dr. Ping Wang came from Shanghai, earned her BA in Beijing University and Ph.D. at NYU. She published 15 books of poetry and prose: My Name Is Immigrant, Life of Miracles along the Yangtze and Mississippi and others. She，s a recipient of NEA, Bush, Lannan and McKnight Fellowships, and director of Kinship of Rivers project. She，s also a dancer, photographer and installation artist. Her multi-media installations were shown at colleges, galleries, museums, river confluences and mountains around the world. She，s the Emerita Professor of Poetry at Macalester College.
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在我老家，燕山脚下
老树比村庄更古老
而树上的鸟巢
比新娘还新
半圆的巢儿朝天
孵化日月星辰
半圆的坟墓如鸟巢倒扣
拢住大地之气
土地说：落叶归根
于是，叶子下沉
天空说：鸟儿凌云
于是，翅膀向上
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My old home lies at the foothill of Mount Yan
There, trees are older than villages
But the bird nests on trees
Are newer than brides
The half-domed nests face the sky
As if hatching the sun, moon and stars
The half-domed graves flip the nests upside down
As if holding the earth's breaths
All leaves fall back to the roots, says the earth
So leaves fall downwards
All birds ride the clouds, says the sky
So birds open their wings upwards
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祖坟远远高于黄土
一棵拔尖的青蒿
高于坟墓
而高于青蒿的
不是日出
不是头颅
或许
支撑天空的是一棵大树
当它倒下
老坟地里
大片的荆柴成为树木
群山起伏
流水起伏
连绵的道路连绵的灯火
连绵起伏
平平常常的存在啊
难得一见的气度
有什么高于一切之上
一切都是元素
有不完美的完美
没有完美
或不完美的事物
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My ancestor's grave sits high
on the Yellow Plateau
But a sweet wormwood grows taller
Something else is even higher
Not the sunrise
Or a man's head
Maybe
A tree can hold up the sky
When it falls
Small saplings shoot up
From the old grave
Mountains stand high and low
Water moves in waves
Our paths meander on and on
Along with the light of humanity
Life is anything but ordinary
Tolerance is hard to find
Nothing is above everything
Everything is element
There are no perfect
Or imperfect things in this world
Only imperfect perfection
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一只蝉
至少被尘埋一千零一夜
得以放风
两只蝉
为妻者注定是哑巴
脉脉深情默默而终
三只蝉
总有一只正拱破泥土
不知道头上是怎样的天空
四只蝉
在高枝之上鸟翅之下
为谁而鸣
你是另一只
永远把自己包在泥里
对心中的秘密守口如瓶
我是又一只
试图为生命而说出
却原来舌头和嘴唇都是泥的
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One cicada
Is freed from the earth
After buried a thousand and one nights
Two cicadas
The female is destined to be mute
She loves in silence, dies in silence
Three cicadas
One of them is breaking through the earth
Wondering what sky will look like
Four cicadas
On trees under bird wings
Who are they clittering for?
You're the cicada
Forever wrapped in earth
To keep secrets in heart
But I'm the one
Trying to speak up about life
Only to discover my tongue and mouth are made of mud
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