Tsai Jung-yung (b. 1955) retired from a school teacher. He made every endeavor in teaching the school children to read and write poems. Now, he is the executive editor of “Serissa Fetida”, a children′s literature magazine. His publications include “Aesthetics of the Life”, “Creations for Children “ and others.
Poems ...
Tsai Jung-yung (b. 1955) retired from a school teacher. He made every endeavor in teaching the school children to read and write poems. Now, he is the executive editor of “Serissa Fetida”, a children′s literature magazine. His publications include “Aesthetics of the Life”, “Creations for Children “ and others.
Poems by Tsai Jung-yung
Camera
In everyone’s mind
there is a camera
Reflected with the light of love
she was captured
The darkest films
soaked in the river of time
with the water gently flowed thru
developed, a beautiful
never faded photo on my mind
The color of my skin
The language I speak
is taught by my mother
No need for self-abasement
and there’s nothing to complain
The color of my skin
is a gift from my mother
carrying the blood of my mother’s
carrying the bless from my mother
The language my mother speaks
with the ancestors’ blood flowing thru
The color of the skin as a gift from my mother
is the truth of me
Cabbage-ism
The perceptual eyes of Cezanne were buried into the earth
Post-Impressionism
symbolism
fauvism
expressionism
cubism
neo-plasticism
constructivism
dadaism
surrealism
and metaphysical painting
all start to flourish
waiting for appreciation
by the time pen of the eyes
A tiny seed grows
becoming a cabbage
tasted delicious
on the kitchen table
Voiceless
Dedicated to the sculptor Lin Liang-tsai
A piece of cast iron rusted all over
was spiked one thousand time
and hammered ten thousand more
to exhibit a human body in action
with the texture appearing
correspondence, struggle, gaze, shouting and meditation
The painter Modigliani
woke up from the iron plates
spiked, hammered and soldered
in noisy clamor
I understand while voiceless
In voiceless while I understand
Note:The sculptor Lin Liang-tsai was born dumb in 1947
and is famous for the creation of iron sculpture and
oil painting.
Standing up, Taiwan wakes up
The unbent author Yang Kuei
woke up like a giant tree
of thousand years in high mountain
in turn, aroused the roots of lily
buried under the earth
sprouting up green leaves
also wakened
the strawberry tribe in wildness
The young people of wild strawberry
sat around the civil square
inheriting the spirit of the writer Lai Ho and others
to spark the souls of Taiwanese
They learnt after the eyes of the sculptor Huang Tu-suei
to observe the topography of Taiwan
The blood stream of Taiwanese history in four hundred years
would not be allowed to be desecrated
The people of wild strawberry, stand up
insistently, stand up
One person stands up, be firm like one tree
Two persons stand up, be firm like two trees
Three persons stand up, be firm⋯⋯
All people stand up together, showing a landscape of forest
All people stand up insistently
making the existence of Taiwan erected
just like the central mountain range