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Baimaji Times Publishing Company, Taipei, 1984.
Non-horse Clues Joint Publishing House, Hong Kong, 1984.
Selected Poems of Taiwan Province, Li Poetry Publishing House, Taipei, 1986.
Luerya Publishing House, Taipei, 1986.
Selected Poems of Fei Ma, Straits Literature and Art Publishing House, Fuzhou, 1990.
"fly! Elf, Morningstar Publishing House, Taichung, 1992.
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Oasis in the Universe-12 Selected Poems, International Culture Publishing Company, Beijing, 1996.
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There is no fruit that must bear fruit. Lin Shu Publishing Company, Taipei, 2000.
Non-horse Poetry, Huacheng Publishing House, Guangzhou, 2000.
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Chinese-English translation
CHANSONS Giant Publishing House, Taipei,1972; Stone Publishing House, Taipei, 199 1
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Selected poems of non-horses
TV
a finger
It can be easily closed.
world
But I can't turn it off.
On the faded screen
A spark of hatred
Sudden trigger
Fierce war
Burning in the Middle East
Sweep across Vietnam
Burn every one of them
An anxious face
-197265438+February 26th, Li Poetry Magazine (53 issues).
Yellow river
1
keep
painful
Two kinds of pain
Hundreds of thousands of pains
Billions of suffering
Instill sb.
This ancient river
Make it turbid.
Let it flood.
Let it be between midnight and dawn
On the huge pillow.
Transfer and transfer
Transfer and transfer
-65438+65438 0975+6543810 +02 Li Poetry Magazine (No.70)
2
Against the Current
Silty
rapids
You will find
The geography book says
Qinghai bayan har
But according to the history books,
A bloody record
This once-in-a-lifetime river.
Actually comes from
billion
be in deep distress
Deep in mankind
eyespot
-1April 5, 983, joint supplement (1July 22, 983)
* * * Umbrella
* * * Use an umbrella
Only then did I realize the gap between them.
But I'll bend over and kiss you.
Because you tried to stand on tiptoe.
Feel happy.
-1976-04 14 Li Poetry Magazine (73 issues)
Baby seal hunting map
It doesn't know what the stick is for.
It doesn't know what the stick fell for.
Meet for the first time.
The red sun
Ran Ran rises, Ran Ran declines.
Seagulls fly around leisurely.
The waves surged down.
Fresh and natural.
And make it happy.
Pure white head raised.
The white head hung down.
On the icy beach
Pure white became.
original sin
short life
It's too late to change color
It's too late to learn.
A nice children's song
Hang in there, children!
As long as I grow up …
Note: Every winter, baby seals born on ice floes in Newfoundland are covered with pure white fur when they are two or three weeks old, attracting a large number of hunters to kill on the frozen beach. The average daily catch of each trawler is as high as 1500. This kind of slaughter usually lasts about five days until the fur of the baby seal turns brown and yellow and loses its commercial value.
At the beginning of each year, newspapers in the United States and Canada will make a fuss about this for a while. Among them, two photos published in the Chicago Tribune are the most memorable. One is that the baby seal looked up curiously and looked up at a hunter holding a stick; The other is the cold scene after the wooden stick falls to the ground.
-1979165438+1October 8th, Li Poetry Journal (99 issues).
luo hu station/lo wu station
-Return to Home Suite 8
I know
That's not my mother.
My mother
Her old man is in Chenghai city.
I said goodbye to her in tears ten hours ago.
But this old lady with a bag on her arm
Much like my mother.
I know
That's not my father.
My father
His father is in Taipei.
I'm going to visit him these two days
But this old gentleman on crutches
Much like my father.
They met on the platform.
Look at each other.
I really don't know him.
After more than 30 years of separation.
My mother bears a heavy burden.
Meet on the platform
My father is on crutches.
Look at each other.
It is sad to meet strangers.
-198010 June 18, Li Poetry Magazine (104).
dragon
No one has seen it.
It's really a dragon face
although
Forgive your innocence.
Hold your head up.
But on the towering roof
People shape the image of dragons.
Really like
Even a few beards.
Don't let go.
-198265438+1October1,Ocean Supplement (1982.3. 1)
hill
In childhood
Climb up and down
Father is back.
Still there
Extraordinary reverence
-1April 4, 983 People's Supplement (1986.6. 10)
waterfall
-one of the travel notes of Yellowstone National Park.
cry out
Loud or powerful
There is no sound in the stream in the forest.
The snow on the top of the mountain is inaudible.
But they didn't.
So confused.
footstep
You can see
A gurgling stream
leisurely
Assemble at the designated place
You can hear it.
The sound of snow melting.
It's always been like this.
a little bit
Take your time.
-1July 4, 983 Taiwan Times Supplement (1983.10.13)
Song of life and death
-For dying children in Somalia
Before he died.
He just hopes
the last time
get angry
Hanging on his mother's chest.
Those two shriveled ones
balloon
Let them fly.
Colorful sky
Celebrate his birthday.
Celebrate the anniversary of his death
-1August 992 15 Ming Pao Monthly (1992. 10)
expiration
This gentle wind
You must have given it to me.
Sweet sigh
These flowers are being seduced.
Give vent to fragrance in succession
Inspire the passion of happiness.
Ye Zitong and I
roared past
-March 2000 14, Joint Supplement (April 29, 2000)
bridge
Cross the coast
Hold hands tightly.
We don't know.
I don't care.
who is it?
Put it out first.
hand
-February 2, 2002 Joint Supplement (April 6438+06, 2002)
The cycle of humor
Hello. I'm Bao Ke Hua
I just died.
He hasn't finished yet.
I heard a baby crying.
Hello. I'm Bao Ke Hua
I was just born.
Attachment: art buchwald, 1925-2007-2007), an American humorist, took his last breath. The New York Times's website played a video he made before his death and told readers who loved him, "Hi. I am Bao. I just died. 」
-June 5438 +20071October 20, New World Poetry Journal (98 issue, February 2007).
Festival moon
know
all
Cann't go home
Blurred eyes
Will stare at her all night
She put herself
make oneself up as
Youyuan
Yoshiyoshi
-20 10 September 14, Gankun (20 1 1 spring issue)
Two essays by Fei Ma
Don't write lamentations for dead cats.
Robert penn warren (1905- 1989), a versatile writer, was elected as the first poet laureate of the Library of Congress a few years ago and won the Pulitzer Prize for Novels and Poetry. He said that he was happy to be a poet laureate, but if he was always asked to write a mourning song for a man who died of a cat, he would rather not. I think what he means is that a poet has dignity that he must maintain. There is basically no difference between a dead cat praising the powerful and a dead cat full of steel and sun praising the powerful, both of which are equally disgusting.
Powerful people are the product of politics. Nowadays, politics is closely related to everyone, and no one can stay out of it. As a modern poet, if he wants to write about modern people's lives in the face of the public, he naturally has to deal with politics. It is thankless but absolutely necessary for the progress of human society to care about politics and then criticize politics, expose social injustice and criticize the imperfection of the system. It is the unshirkable responsibility of a poet with conscience.
But it is dangerous for a poet to be too close to politics or be keen on politics. I don't mean imprisonment or beheading here, but the danger of being tempted and corrupted by political power and losing the qualification of a poet. Most people with creative experience know that art, especially poetry, is extremely fragile. If you are not careful in the production process, it may burst and smash at any time. The Greek poet Kafka saw this most clearly. He said, "When a writer knows that only a few copies will be sold ... he can create freely. When a writer knows that his first edition, or at least his second edition, will be sold out, he will be affected by sales. Almost unconsciously, sometimes I think of people's ideas, things I like, things I want and make some small sacrifices? The wording here is a little different, and there is a little omission ... "If even catering to fashion and pleasing the public will damage the integrity of art, we can imagine that in order to please those in power, we have scruples and even sing praises and regard art as the result of our own progress. And how can we expect a person who pursues fame and even follows the trend in order to gain some political interests to speak for the public, witness the times and write great works that shock people? At best, he can only write lamentations for dead cats.
Of course, we can't imprison ourselves for fear of being tempted. Just as a monk must stay away from women, you don't have to pretend to be an old monk at the sight of women. This reminds me of a meaningful Japanese story translated a few years ago called Two Monks:
One day, Danshan and the sidewalk were walking on a muddy road, and it kept raining.
When they came to a corner, they saw a lovely girl in a silk kimono, and they couldn't walk past.
"Come on, girl," Danshan said at once, picked her up and led her through the mud.
The servant didn't say a word until they arrived at the temple where they stayed at night. Then, he couldn't bear it any longer. "We monks should be more feminine," he told Danshan. "Especially young and beautiful, it's too dangerous. Why did you do that? 」
"I put that girl down a long time ago," said Dan Shan. "Do you still have her? 」
If you can be as open-minded, not greedy, affordable and free as Danshan, I think poets have nothing to fear in the face of politics.
-1986 May 1, Don't write funeral songs for dead cats, Xiuwei Information, Taipei, 20 1 1.
Mountains, water and fire
Let's talk about mountains and water first.
Of course, I am as far away from the realm where different people have different opinions. However, if the phrase "benevolent Leshan wise man enjoys water" is reliable, then I may be closer to the wise man.
A magical mountain will arouse people's praise. But if there is a beautiful and charming lake at the foot of this mountain to reflect its ever-changing style, it must be more poetic.
I visited Huangshan Three Gorges with my friends the year before last. The mist on Huangshan Mountain makes people wonder whether it is in the sky or on earth. It is even more exciting to dream about the mountains and waters of the Three Gorges on the Yangtze River Princess for several days and nights. Colleagues' complaints about travel agency arrangements and tour guide services have been dispelled by different opinions, as if I really have different opinions. Indeed, at that time, with an open mind, I had neglected the monotonous food, poor hygiene, lack of entertainment programs, lack of professional knowledge and service spirit of the ship attendants playing cards together, and so on. Only when I left the scenery and came home, I was very angry with a fuzzy black-and-white video of the Three Gorges scenery. That's the color video we paid for after seeing the clear samples displayed on the ship.
Last year, I went to the Canadian Rocky Mountains with some old classmates from Taipei Institute of Technology. There are mountains and water, they are harmonious. In particular, Altabazskanska Waterfall and Lake Louise are still surging in my heart.
This time, when I attended a relative's wedding in San Francisco, I rented a car and went to play with Semite for two days. However, I am disappointed to see that yosemite falls, which should have shaken the earth more than 2,000 feet, is just a few thin springs, and the scenery there is swaying with the wind. Jinghu Lake has dried up to the bottom, and there are stones from Lei Lei everywhere. Although the granite cliffs are spectacular, there is no fog, and I always feel a little less emotional.
Actually, you have only yourself to blame. I have always traveled impromptu, and I seldom do in-depth research and understanding of the local situation before I leave, and this time is no exception. When I got there, I realized that most of Yosemite's waterfalls only roared at the turn of spring and summer. The dry summer is over and the snow on the mountain has melted. Where can we get water?
There is no water, but there is something about fire. It's kind of compensation.
When I was in Chicago, I heard that there were droughts and forest fires in the western United States. On the first day, I found a road at the foot of the reserved motel, only to find that the road was blocked and there were two people in uniform guarding the intersection. They said that due to a forest fire nearby, the road was temporarily closed to facilitate the transportation of fire-fighting equipment. Our hotel is not far from the intersection, you can put it, but you are warned not to cross the line. Only then did we notice a slight burning smell in the air. When I arrived at the hotel where I stayed, I found that most of the people stayed were firefighters, and there were few real tourists. After packing, I drove up the hill to see the giant sequoia.
Yosemite National Park has three huge redwood areas. We went to the Thulomi Giant Sequoia area near the Crane Plain. Park your car in the parking lot next to the 120 highway and walk north for about a mile. Along the way, the pines and cypresses are towering, and the straight trunk is straight into the blue sky, which makes people hold their heads high and full of energy. I once wrote a poem called "Giant Sequoia" to express my feelings at that time:
drop from the sky
The giant feet of the gods
Stop here for the time being
Waiting for the shaking earth to regain its balance.
Forward again
On the way, we met a group of tourists who gathered together to listen to the explanation of a park manager. After listening for a while, we thought their pace was too slow, so we went straight ahead.
As soon as I entered the giant sequoia area, I saw a giant sequoia impressively blocking the intersection. Many tourists from Lilliput look up or pose for photos on benches made of boards under trees. The closer we get, the smaller we find ourselves.
Giant sequoia is the largest and possibly longest-lived creature in the world at present. The giant sequoia in front of us is thousands of years old, and the bark alone is three or four feet thick. With such a thick bark, woodpeckers' long beaks can't handle it, let alone ordinary insects. What's even more amazing is that both bark and tree have fire resistance. Many giant sequoias have been burned on their surfaces. From some big cracks in the root, we can clearly see that it is coated with black glue that can prevent fire and insects. At first, I thought it was sprayed artificially, but later I learned that it was the natural secretion of the trees themselves.
The reproduction of giant sequoia is also closely related to fire. Seeds need soil containing minerals to germinate, and young trees need sunlight to grow. Frequent skyfires burned other vegetation, leaving scorched earth rich in minerals, which provided a favorable environment for the reproduction of giant sequoia. We found some cedar fruits on the ground, and the skins were hard. Under the fire barbecue, these hard fir fruits burst one after another, and small seeds fell on fertile land. Is there a more wonderful arrangement than this? Once upon a time, people put out fires in a hurry in the forest. It is now known that this kind of action sometimes hinders the reproduction of giant sequoia, so the national park has formulated a set of selective fire fighting schemes. In addition, there is a regional arson plan to simulate natural fires, which creates a favorable environment for the reproduction of giant sequoias and improves the ecological balance and overall health of forests.
It must have deep roots to support a giant fir hundreds of feet high, right? I asked the park ranger nearby. She said it was shallow, because Yosemite was all granite and the soil was only a few inches thick. I said, how can such a shallow root keep the giant sequoia from falling? She said its roots are not deep but wide. In this way, the roots of a tree can hold several football fields, and all the roots are intertwined with the roots of other trees around. No matter how strong the wind is, it will never be shaken.
Coming out of the giant fir area, our steps seem to be steady and steady.
-1September 996 16, Don't write funeral songs for dead cats, Xiuwei Information, Taipei, 20 1 1.
An old man walking at the forefront of the muse
-On Ma's Two Non-poems
Kouo Liang Hong
Drunk people
Put the short straight
Walk in a line
bent
Reflection phenomenon
Wan Li is worried.
left crus
decade
Right foot
decade
Mom.
I'm trying.
give you
go to
come
1977-6-5
Vietnam veterans monument
A marble wall
26 letters
I have put such a light name for so many years.
Embedding eternity
In a mass grave
An old woman walking alone.
Finally found
Her only son.
She is closing her eyes at the moment.
Fingers trembling.
Along his cold forehead
Looking for a fatal wound
The technique of these two poems is the same: paving and pushing, making people associate and sing. Now, poets have many ways to do this.
The first one is written in reverse thinking, and "mother" can be understood as motherland or hometown-this is a polysemy. The latter is a sketch of line drawing, which constitutes a story. This is the theme of war (and the theme of love is an eternal topic in literature), which shows the pain of bereavement brought by war to the people.
These two songs are enough. There was a poet in the Tang Dynasty who wrote only three poems in his life. His name is Zhang. One poem is better than a thousand poems.
I am not asking poets to write less. But "is it to grind one sword every ten years or ten swords a year?" The problems of quantity and quality should be unified.
2009-6-28