(1965- )，诗人/学者/翻译家，世界文化艺术学会（美国）及世界诗人大会会员，浙江台州人，现任职于复旦大学外文学院，兼香港《当代诗坛》编辑主任。八十年代后期在上海创办民间诗刊《喂》。 1989年获上海外国语学院英语语言文学硕士学位。著有《海岸诗选》（2001）及一些译作。2002年获希腊国际作家协会颁发的“文化-艺术-文学奖”。

(1965- ), Chinese scholar-poet & translator at College of Foreign Languages and Literature, Fudan University. invited author of the UNESCO-EOLSS Encyclopedia; the Editorial Director of Contemporary Poetry Quarterly (Bilingual) based in Hong Kong; Shanghai Director of IFLAC and life member of WAAC & WCP. Originally named Li Dingjun, he was born in Taizhou, Zhejiang province, PRC. He was the founder of the poetry magazine HELLO of the late 1980s. He was awarded a MA from the Shanghai Foreign Languages Institute in 1989. He is the author of Selected Poems by Hai An（2001）and some works of translations. In 2002 he was honored with the Award of Letter-Arts-Culture by The International Society of Greek Writers.

冬天坐在我的对面

Winter Falls in Front of Me

伸出手推一推季节
冬天就会从半空落下
表情很冷很冷
我情不自禁地打开嘴唇
烘烘她的手指，温暖
她的距离，她的心
温暖她那双冰封的注视
然后，随随便便地扯开自己
想象一次言语的过程
从冬天进入春天
静心修饰某段曝光的日子
某张几度曝光的表情
直至夕阳西下  冰雪消融
在冬天光临的日子里
寒意适宜人们扯开想象的另一面
想象季节的背后阳光的背后
熟悉或陌生脸面的背后
想象自己
随随便便地伸出手
冬天随之落在对面的位子上
			

extend my hands to push forth seasons
winter will fall from the sky
cold, freezing cold
I can not help opening my lips 
warm her fingers, warm
her distance, her heart
warm her frozen look
then chat about myself 
have a verbal imagination 
from winter through spring
lonefully recall the days past
and the expression once exposed 
until the sun sets, snow melts
in freezing winter 
it is cosy to extend my imagination
beyond seasons and sunshine
beyond faces familiar or unfamiliar
to imagine myself
extending hands casually
winter then falls on the seat opposite  
			

我们受困。而且

Find Us in a Fix, And

                           
无奈将自己关入躯壳。眼睛终究
抵达不了彼岸
阳光扑不灭门内的漆黑
让寄存世界的一对手脚
与另一对
在街面、窗面或水面动作

唯恐感染门外的世界
肉孕育成一座避难所
拿起笔  隔着白纸
感受一次世界之后
在周围圈出一种风度
囚居自己
从此远离世界
一个躯壳远离另一个

面对世界的喧鸣
面对掌心柔软的冲动
我们沉默不语  我们
有过未来与过去的发生
一旦进入
自己从此消失

终将要被世界吞吃  活生生地
我们无法脱身
			

But shut ourselves in bodies. No sight after all
Reach the other world
No light puts out the darkness indoor
Let go of right limbs deposited in the world
And left ones
Moving on window, street or water
     
Lest be infected with the world outdoor
Flesh breeds an asylum
After once touching the world 
A pen held beyond paper
Encloses a kind of demeanor
To pen oneself in
Thus far from the world
One body from another
    
Facing the racket of world
Facing the impulse of soft palms
We keep silent. What has happened 
We have in the past and future
Once stepped into
Self will disappear
 
While still alive, engulfed by the world
We have no way to escape
			

杯水之间

Between Cups of Water

                           
杯水之间搁着一双手

随手伸出活着的手指
超越端坐的桌面
操起一杯水
掌心温暖，手中的水
开始颤动
手外的水面漂满伤感

随手伸出所有活着的手指
超越肃立的墙壁
操起相对的两杯水
掌心热烈，指间的水沸腾
指外的嘴看着
左边的杯水  右边的杯水
面色渐趋苍老

随手伸出优美的姿势
超越南方与北方
溅湿的手指收回来
掌心宁静
杯内杯外仍然是水
没有伤感没有

杯水之间搁着一双手
掌心冰凉
			

Between cups of water stand a pair of hands

Living fingers stretch out with ease
Surmount the table standing upright
To raise a cup of water
Palm warm, water in hand
Begins to quiver
A fit of sentiments lifts the water out of hand
 
All living fingers stretch out with ease
Surmount the wall standing straight
To raise the opposed cups
Palms hot, water boils between fingers
An external mouth gapes at
The water on left, the water on right
The face appears gray and old
 
Graceful gestures stretch out with ease
Surmount South and North
Withdraw splashed fingers
Palms calm
Cups flooded with water
Void of sentiments
 
Between cups of water stand a pair of hands
Palms cold
			

雨

Rain

                           
回望某个人的站立
流水匆匆
血液踏破皮革
轰鸣远去  满载季节的车远去

海鱼吐出最后的预言
离岸远去

那条通晓人语的鱼
那群知晓多种语言的人
一无遮掩  一无武器
头顶青天烈日
深陷水域

一场雨淋湿半个世纪
一场雨淹没地球半张脸面
			

Tracing back to a man rising to his feet
Years pass as running water 
Blooding out of the leathers
Ever further thunder wheeled seasons

A sea fish is spitting out the last prophesy 
Far off the mainland

A sensitive fish for mankind 
A great number of men of many tongues
Have no way to hide no weapon to fight with
Naked in the burning sky
Deep in hot water

A rain drenches half a century
A rain floods half the face of earth
			

我与上帝握了一下手

God Once Took Hold of My Hand

                           
我与上帝握了一下手
他的手硕大无比，无所不能
我他妈的握过上帝的手
他的手苍白，透着死气
我曾向往上帝的手
一双太阳般的温暖
我想要是能握一下上帝的手
那怕轻轻的一下
我无法不握上帝的手
他的手无处不在
我无法握紧上帝的手
他的手来去无踪
我又怎敢握住上帝的手
有时却想永远握住上帝的手
就此了却尘世无奈愁
我似乎与上帝握了一下手
我真的握了上帝的手？
我最终握住上帝的手
他的手击中我的神经和汗孔
我与上帝握了手。没有握手。握手
			

God once took hold of my hand
his hand large and omnipotent 
damn you, God once held my hand
his hand pale and inanimate
I once pined for God’s hand
his hand warm as sunlight
how I wish for God’s hand
even a touch will do
I once held God’s hand
omnipresent is his hand  
I couldn’t grasp God’s hand
traceless is his hand
I am afraid to hold God’s hand
but how I wish for the God’s hand
hence settle everything in the world
maybe God once held my hand
did I really hold God’s hand?
finally I’ll keep hold of God’s hand
his hand hits my nerve and mind
God once held my hand. No hand to hold 
			

看见的飞翔

Soaring within Sight

                           
看见的飞翔是一种难以言表的秩序
季节尖锐着它们的影子
抛开结论  活力随时生存下来
        
群鸟的位置在于手心的批评
疲倦落在千里之外
双目的手指摸过黑暗中的流水
很早就有传说  退路一条条
翅膀的飘舞历经了颅骨的所有形式

在言语中藏起冰凉的疏忽
飞翔是一种沉静而又智性的行为
看见羽翼  看见燕尾划过的天空
单面的皮肤流过甜甜的品味

现在明白了飞翔  在翅膀的下方
行动一些自由的目的
宽容的手放过内心的诚实  放过感觉

而在花的对面  一枝娇艳默然无息
飘过的背景深刻在肩头
往事与理想飞来飞去
真理软弱在现实的栏圈

飞翔的姿势润湿水源的流逝
盛开在内部一意孤行  完善了辉煌
遥远，孤独了高高低低的村落
日子简单地挤在季节的过程
忘却的时刻  纯洁一切可爱的距离
			

Soaring within sight is a kind of inexpressible rhythm
Keen seasons cast their shadows  
Vigour survives its ultimate verdict at random 
        
A flock of birds perches on the complaining palm
Lassitude beyond the great distance
Eyes finger running water in the dark
Earlier there appeared a saga on the roads
The fluttering wings evolve with the modality of a skull 

Concealing the cold cursoriness in utterance
Soaring is a kind of mute and sensible behavior
Watching wings and coattails across the sky
Mono-faced skins effuse a mellifluous taste

Now it is time to embody the soaring
Free intentions moving beneath wings 
Tolerant hands show a sense of fidelity in heart

And opposite flowers stands a beauty in silence
Over her shoulder flies a deep setting  
Of past events and future ideal
Gospel is flaccid within the fence of reality

The altitude of soaring moistens the fountain
Vigorous growth has gone its own way towards perfection
There disperse the lonely villages far away
The simple days hasten the process of season
Time is oblivious within the pure and beautiful distance