Finding the light in the midst of despair
And dazzle at the summits of their hopes
It’s a moment of danger
The pierced motion
...
I always know
Where to embed the heartache
and remain silent
Silence is blameless
...
He came from a misery land
Walking on the boulevards of the west
Loved one and another mother countries
No more expectation finally
...
The white window lattice, silk curtain and lamp shade
Chrysanthemum in color orange and green the fern leaves
I found you in the three colors
Surrounded by silence
...
I began to sympathize with her
In the moon halo beneath the sunset
Like mist, like veil
Unknown as I
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This poem is to salute to an artist(Lin, Hong Wen) , of his steel sculpture in Tong Ho Steel
Juxtaposed on the soil
Group the steel sculptures
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The Old Street
A street was thinned into a line of words
In the palm of the history
...
The butterfly took off the colorful wings
From the body piece by piece
Naked the cocoon
Remained only the bouncing blood vessels in transparency
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Her beauty
Has been shed in vicissitudes
Cold the compelling stare
Is bizarre the poem
...
The ladders
Sometimes from the top to bottom
Sometimes from the bottom to top
It sometimes circled upward
...
Where is your homeland?
Where is your homeland?
Prior the coming of Dutch
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Every sleep is a death
Throw to black hole the day’s vulgarity and resent
In hole the surging flow
Advanced in rancidity
...
That summer, she was 11
Father met a Japanese woman outside the city
She happened to hear
A light chat between mother and friend
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Graduated from Providence University, Western Language Department, worked for IBM Taiwan for 31 years, profession in marketing and retired in 2004, a collector of western and Chinese arts, connoiseur and commentator of western arts, Director of Asian Cultural Council,33 south Group attributed to Rockfeller's Foundation in New York. Hobby, painting, writing and reading. http: //taiwanliterature.ning.com/profiles/blog/list? user=25gnno5h354gp)
Eyes Of The Ages
Finding the light in the midst of despair
And dazzle at the summits of their hopes
It’s a moment of danger
The pierced motion
Can’t find its path
The desire toward the world of truth
Inviting to impose by the uncompromised
Who yearns for blameless intimacy
And release of the caged faintheart
Led by the moon
Guiding to the indistinct
My art,
The accomplishment from the forsakenness
When the grotesque parody of humanity has evolved
The twisted I,
Become the dissenter of future eyes.
My great work,
Is a monument to the eyes of the ages,
Sang to the irises
And all the way down to the foul body
To the restless heart
And, another human heart
It constitutes the sole shadow on my loneliness
That the eternality has been made.