Li Yu-fang / 利玉芳
Li Yu-fang (b.1952) born at southern Taiwan, now is the owner of a goose ecological farm; before that she had been an accountant, a teacher in children writing class, and an assistant in her family-owned tile kiln. Her poems focus on the nature and humanities in Taiwan. Communication on the modern Taiwanese poetry is her favorite.
E-mail:liyf52@pchome.com.tw
Scent of Rain / 雨的氣味
Scent shop
sells
scents of the natural world
Lilies have the public square’s scent of freedom
Mashed Turpinia has the heavy scent of the Pingpu peoples
The scent of the earthworm crawls atop the mud of the homeland
Taro + sweet potato + millet
Steamed Formosa sticky rice cake
What is the scent of great harmony?
Only a bite out of each other will tell
The scent of the bedroom
The scent of an overripe banana
The scent of alcohol
The scent of water
The scent of angels
The scent of Heaven
The scent of no scent
There is rain on the weekend
Rain that does not have seed
Rain that does not petrify
The scent of a closed umbrella made in Taiwan
Passion of the Rose / 玫瑰花情
Once the rose bouquet had been tossed to the bridesmaids,
I already had given up my obstinacy and my opinions
I had begun to learn how to please my groom
Once I had removed the makeup,
resting my head upon night’s arm, I entered dreamland
The budding rose, too, curls up beneath the gentle moon
In the quivering first rays of the morning sun, the rose dispatches its subtle powers
Oh, blooming rose!
Please, don’t lie silent
especially, against the sting of love running aground
Please, don’t sit alone withering,
causing me to stumble, unable to rise again
Oh, beautiful rose!
Please, reveal to me all stories hitherto unknown to me
Please, blossom for me all fragrances hitherto not enjoyed by me
Meaning of Padauk Flower / 紫檀花語
Gently roll down the mind’s window
with window film,
let your eyes and my eyes
mirror the light and figures of Padauk.
Slightly collapse an umbrella
to obstruct the profuse things,
let the golden flowers
sprinkle on our clothing.
What a marvelous May!
Flocks of lemon Migrant
flutter their wings
to trace back the habitat,
to seek the habitable shade of the trees.
Ah!the sandy wind of the city
has messed up my hair
after I left mom in that one year.