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Huang Teng Fei / 黃騰輝
Nacionalidad:
Taiwán
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Biografia

Huang Teng Fei / 黃騰輝

Huang Teng Fei (b.1931) was graduated from Soochow University of Taiwan majoring in Law. From a reporter, a teacher, and a successful businessman, he reflects the early stage of Taiwanese spirit. He not only demonstrated the talent in writing, but also in business. He was the president of Mitsubishi-Elevator in Taiwan and the chairman of Elevator Association. He is the publisher of Li Poetry Magazine for more than forty years and a consultant of Taiwan Modern Poetry Association.

 

        Seclusion / 隱居

 

Without time of watch and clock

Without days and nights of calendar

Even though there are many worries

I get through them by myself with openness

 

Quit from the secularity

For the secular world can’t accommodate me?

Or I don’t want to become skinny in the secularity?

 

I am not unwilling to listen to Buddha and meditate

But only leisurely enjoy alone the remaining sunset

Tasting silence, interpreting solitude

Needn’t to count how old of the cursory world

 

 

       The Ruled / 被統治者

 

Scraped off scales, cut open belly, slanted slice, cast salt

No matter how oppressed by what posture

I can’t have any cries for torture

 

Steam, boil, fry, roast, as you desire

Soft flesh of fish for you devour

Hard bones kept away, for you bite not

 

At least, remain a pair of eyes at you I glare

Perhaps someday

The salted fish you made might arise from decay

 

        Hometown Amnesia / 故鄉失憶症

                                     

Tofu-like rezoning districts

Shattering the fragmental homesickness

 

When the highway cut through the waist

Perceived the weight of foreign economy footstep

The new railway about to run through the heart

Making brokers believe on the field they can plant bank note

 

Moved in the density of city population

The fragile un-sophistication

Encounter the sophistic broker

Rapidly, scenery, green and leisure, fall in as an answer

 

Remember the year of drought, the fields we watered with tears

Were poured in cements

The fields ever planted childhood and memories

Were inserted steels

 

The mixed fertilizer of sweats, toils, and loves

Were dug out from the earth by the bulldozers

Buildings and buildings heavily press the hometown’s chest

Restrain its breaths

 

The shaped streetscapes

Are strange and lead to loss

Foreign languages submerge the gentle and moderate mother tongues

Birthmark of the wide-brimmed rain hats, hoes and buffaloes

All disappeared without any traces

 

Deeply keeping a treasured map in heart

I still got lost

Oh! Hometown!

Where can you be found?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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