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