诗人、作家。著有长篇《饥饿的女儿》、《孔雀的叫喊》、诗集《鱼教会鱼歌唱》等。四部长篇被译成25种文字。曾获英国华人诗歌一等奖、台湾《联合报》短篇小说奖新诗奖、纽约《特尔菲卡》杂志中国最优秀短篇小说奖、意大利罗马文学奖。现居北京和伦敦。

Poet and novelist. Born in 1962 in the slums of Chongqing City, China. Receiver of various prizes, most recently the Prize for Literature awarded by the City of Rome in Italy (2005). She has published poetry since the early 1980s. Her publications include Summer of Betrayal, Peacock Cries, Daughter of the River and a book of poetry, etc. She lives in Beijing and London.

Born in 1966 in Vienna, Austria. Studied Chinese in Taiwan 1988-90. Graduated from Vienna University 1995 (MA). Taught German and English in various countries. Currently working as a translator in Beijing.

一九六六年六月生于维也纳。1995年维也纳大学硕士毕业。1988－90在台湾学中文。在奥地利、中国、罗马尼亚等地区教英语和德语。近几年为德国、中国出版社等机构作翻译。

春满日

days full of spring

挑起发丝  鱼说请你枕着我
那鱼变成一把尖利的刀
你只有张开翅膀   一身的花瓣飞升

冰河下我看见你  以鲜艳的美
日夜飞奔  跃出太空的弧线

波浪已开始暴动
如我夭折的生命：轻轻附在珊瑚指间

jumping hair    fish says take me as your pillow
the fish is a knife sharp and pointy
you can only spread your wings    all your petals flying upwards

under the glacier i see you    by your beauty shining bright
tear along through night and day    leap out of the arc in space

the waves have begun their rebellion
as my life is ending early:   softly rest in corals' fingers
           

冥火

fire of the nether world

你被当做一盏灯  走了一段
你变成了
另一盏灯

我知道你在等待
黑暗直线剖开你的身体
我的身体
你在心脏之东  我在心脏之西

you are taken for a lamp after walking a stretch
you have become
another lamp

i know you are waiting
the darkness directly opens your body
my body
you're east of the heart i am west of the heart
           

黑瓶

black flask

特制的皮  细腻如玉
 
你很残酷  你开始说虹在左边
左边是一个地球
 
在那儿等虹
等阵阵细雨  听雨水传送
六字真言
 
等你心中的灯亮起来  打个结
那么摇晃吧  你的身体
如此不喜欢残酷

a skin produced as fine as jade
 
you are cruel you start to say Hong is left
at the left there is an earth
 
waiting there for Hong the rainbow
wait for spells of drizzle hear the rain deliver
"six words of truth"
an ma ni ba mei hong
om mani padme hum
 
when the light in you goes on tie a knot
so shake it your body
doesn't like cruelty at all
           

最后的十四行

last sonnet

对面的人小心打开窗户  忽又
猛地关上  他捂住嘴
喉咙里怪声地响
 
那窗离地面两米高
枯黄的草在几层寒霜中摇曳
暗红的墙上
有只蝎子几次三番想攀进窗
 
他拿着一把斧子
这么那么比划  随时可能击破玻璃
蹦进这白光扎眼的世界
抓住鲜血循环的轨迹   可是他不
 
而且我不会去认识他
这寒霜把我也关在窗里  真的
谁有兴趣看他一眼  蝎子或是

the person across carefully opens a window suddenly
shutting it hard he covers his mouth
a queer sound in his throat
 
the window was two meters up from the ground
yellow weeds under layers of frost are swaying
on the dark red wall
a scorpion has tried to climb in through the window
 
he picks up an axe
he goes this way and that he could break through the glass any time
leap into dazzling white light of this world
catch the circling track of blood he doesn't
 
i would never get to know him
the frost keeps me inside the window too in truth
who would care to look at him a scorpion maybe