Literary Editor

Taiwanese Literature Festival

Poems from Taiwan


1. Poems by Lee Kuei-shien



Lee Kuei-shien 李魁賢 (b. 1937) has retired from the chairman of National Culture and Arts Foundation. At present he is the Vice President of Movimiento Poetas del Mundo. His works include “Collected Poems” in six volumes, “Collected Essays” in ten volumes, “Translated Poems” in eight volumes, ”Anthology of European Poetry” in 25 volumes, ”Elite Poetry Series” in 30 volumes etc. His book “The Hour of Twilight” has been translated into English, Mongol, Romanian, Russian, Spanish, French, Korean, Bengali, Albanian, Turkish, Macedonian and Serbian languages.



    Taiwan Island 島嶼台灣


You emerge as an island

from the waves of white satin


The dense forest of black hair

drifts with longing nostalgia

The beach of soft white sands

is imprinted with numerous kisses of shells


Taking a birds-eye view from the sky

the beauty of your texture is so attractive

that I am landing onto your body thirstily


You are a mermaid

in the Pacific Ocean

the landmark of my eternal home country



    My Taiwan, My Hope 我的台灣 我的希望


I hear your sound from the morning birds singing.

I feel your passion from the noon sunshine.

I watch your magnificence from sunset glow.

Oh, Taiwan, my home, my love.


The coasts have your curve.

The waves have your surge.

The clouds have your elegance.

The flowers have your gesture.

The leaves have your evergreen.

The woods have your burliness.

The bedrocks have your sturdiness.

The mountains have your loftiness.

The streams have your meander.

The rocks have your grandeur.

The roads have your roughness.

 Oh, Taiwan, my land, my dream.


In your lung there is my breath.

In your history there is my life.

In your being there is my consciousness.

Oh, Taiwan, my country, my hope.



    Shaheed Minar* 孟加拉紀念碑


In front of the Martyr Monument

the youths sing in praise of peace and

the children paint their vision in competition.

Our tour guide Khan surprises to find

the design of  228 badge on my bonnet,**

the sad memorable happenings in different states.

Half century after the liberation of Bangladesh

the butcher committed crime in murdering Moslems***

is eventually sentenced to death.

The belated justice represents

a substantial justice in Bangladesh.

In my home country Taiwan

how to write the justice still unknown.

On Martyr Monument Square

sun shines brilliantly

distributed all over bright earth

over the smiling faces of Bengali people.


*The Shaheed Minar (Martyr Monument) is a national monument in

  Dhaka, established to commemorate those killed by then East 

  Pakistan government, in the event of Bengali Language Movement

  demonstrations of 1952.

**228 Incident, also known as February 28 Massacre, was an anti-

    government uprising in Taiwan, happened on Feb. 28, 1947.

**On 28 February 2013, the tribunal sentenced Delwar Hossain

   Sayeedi to death by hanging for two charges among the eight

   committed during the Liberation War of Bangladesh in 1971.



2. Poems by Li Yu-fang



LI Yu-fang 利玉芳 (b.1952) won a number of honors including the Wu Zuo-lieu literary prize in 1986, Chen Hsiu-shi poetry Award in 1993, Rong-hou Taiwanese Poet Prize in 2016 and Hakka Achievement prize in 2017 . Her publications of poetry include “The Taste of Living”, “Sunflower”, “The Morning to drink Roselle Tea”, “Collected poems by Li Yu-fang in Taiwanese Poets Series” and “Lantern Flower”, as well as a Chinese-English-Japanese trilingual “Cat”. She participated 2014 International poetry meeting in Chile, 2016 and 2017 Formosa International Poetry Festival in Tamsui, Taiwan, and 2017 Capulí Vallejo y Su Tierra in Peru.



    The Voyage of Island  島嶼的航行            



The ship left Taiwan in favorable wind

You therefore entered one colony island


Your identity was recognized immediately

Rendered you a free movement


In the future

Living in this established town

The sovereignty still attributed to it.


You grouped the sea birds

Did not throw the net

Never worry about reaping the fish




Against the wind, the ship continued to accomplish its voyage

Suddenly encounter the undercurrent

The ship vibrated heavily and made you dizzy at times


if it were not the sunset

Towing the glamour long tail of golden pheasant

To split the heaven and sea


The fully disputed colors and boundaries

You assumed you saw a heat and red fire tong in stove

Take out the roasted sweet potato



    The Dream is Still Fresh- Meet Mackay  夢境猶新–遇見馬偕


Stumbled the footsteps, I am late

Slanting the body and struggle forward

Climb to the slope of Mackay Street


Hurry up for Mackay

The frangipani is blooming in the old church

The rain falls on my head while in the lane of Mackay


The bronze statue of Mackay guards the street

Look far ahead of Tamsui

Whom you are waiting for?


It reminds me of a dream long ago

You bore a wood gun, led the young men of Pin Pu

Leaving Tamsui for a jungle


Your helmet was intertwined by Chinese Fevervine

When you discovered Yi Lang

You glorified the Lord loudly: you found Kavalan


You gave the poor hunting meat

Bestow the wild and steep hill paraffin

Your eye sight is like fish swimming in Tamsui

You wiped the hesitated mind of the women

Educate them to read, to know dignity and fight for woman’s right


The wandering footsteps visited Aletheia Missionary Hall

To meet Dr. Mackay

Your figure has become the chapter of history

The helmet you wore are still distributing the fragrance of vine

My dream is still fresh




3. Poems by Hsieh, Pi-Hsiu



Hsieh Pi-hsiu 謝碧修 (b.1952) graduated from Department of Social Sciences, National Air University and now lives in Kaohsiung. After retirement from the bank in 2006, she has been engaging in Non-Profit Organization social service work so far. She won Landscape Poetry Prize in 1978 and “Light in Darkness” Poetry Prize for Literature in 2003. At present, she is a member of Li (Bamboo Hat) poetry Society and Taiwan Modern Poetry Association. Her books include “Collected poems of Hsieh Pi-hsiu” (2007) and “The Sparks in the Life” (2016)



    Matters of the Lily’s Heart 百合心事


I am a Taiwanese lily

Named ‘Formosa’


Is my blooming season


I love freedom

I walk around Taiwan welcoming spring

On the harsh high mountains

In the low-lying swamps

More ebullient personality

Can be tempered


Soft and silent me

In the white little atrium of the heart

With only small yearnings

Once I blossom

There be fresh air

There be cool and clean streamwater

There be bright and brilliant sunshine

                                     Translated by Jand Deasy




    Birds and Water 鳥與水


To a group of amputees and visually impaired friends

Water to the birds

Just as dancing to me


We come from different directions

solely fond of this watery area

living in the green field among dark gray

The cleanness of water soothes me

and the intense vibration of water challenges me


In this sky space

I extend my wings

due to nourishing with water

flying more beautiful and powerful



Dancing to me

Just as the water to the birds

                                     Translated by Jand Deasy




    Life of Bamboo Chair 竹椅人生


Please be seated

Let’s brew up a pot of tea

And listen to me carefully

The texture of chair weaves one’s life


I have good DNA

Endurance, toughness

Can carry the various weights

Enter a luxury house

Experience the joy when married

Turn into a humble house

Taste the sweetness and bitterness of life

At the temple yard of the countryside

To run through the minds of grand parents

In the park of urban city

To take the bitterness of the tramp


I am tight-lipped

And was finally attached as a picture


When you look quietly at the painting

You still can recall silently

Your own story

                               Translated by Catherine Yen




4. Poems by Tsai Jung-yung



Tsai Jung-yung 蔡榮勇 (b. 1955) is currently an editing member of Li Poetry Society, a director in Taiwan Modern Poets’Association, a director and editing member of the children’s literature magazine “Serissa Fetida”, and a member of PPDM.  He participated International Poetry Festivals held respectively in Mongolia, Cuba and Chile.



    Taiwan Is Not a Noun 台灣不是名詞


Taiwan is not a noun

For you to call over

And him to beckon back

Taiwan is my mother


Taiwan is a verb

You diligently work

He sincerely strives

Taiwan is my mother


Taiwan is not an adjective

You say Republic of China

He says Taiwan

Taiwan is my mother


Taiwan is a sentence

One which you write for a lifetime

He needs to be written with a grateful heart

Taiwan is my mother

                                 (Translated by Jane Deasy)



    Spring’s Footsteps 春天的腳步


From Taoyuan Airport in Taiwan

In a Delta plane to Chile

In search of poets footprints

Along the rivers of each country’s poets

Strolling along the rivers

Picking up along the way, accidently

Lost verses



The heart

From where no new buds sprouted in a while



    Standing Up, Taiwan Wakes Up 起來,台灣醒了


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

                               Translated by Lee Kuei-shien




5. Poems by Lee Chang-hsien


Lee Chang-hsien 李昌憲 (b. 1954) is from Tainan and is currently living in Kaohsiung City.He is currently the editor-in-chief of Li Poetry Journal.

In June 1981, he published his first collection of poetry, Poems of the Processing Zone, and in 1982 he won the Li Poetry Award. Other poetry collections published include Ecology Collection (1993), On the Production Line (1996), Looking Up at the Starry Skies (2005), From Youth to Grey Hair (2005), Portraits of Taiwanese Poets-The Chang-hsien Li Poetry Anthology (2007), Selected Works of a Taiwanese Poet- The Chang-hsien Li Collection (2010), A Vision of Beauty- Slow Travel in Greater Kaohsiung Poetry and Photography Collection (2014), Poetics of Kaohsiung 1977-2015 (2016).Love River(Chinese-English Editon)(2018)



    Journey Through Taiwanese Tea Mountains 台灣茶山行旅


A journey through Taiwanese tea mountains

Tea is in the heart

People are in the painting


Pay a visit to the tea-making expert

Taste the fragrance of the tea, know the sun and the moon

The essence, all in a cup of tea


My nose is greeted by the fragrance of tea

An abundant aroma of tea

Smoothly guiding the internal organs

Easing the twelve meridians


Taiwanese tea is a sweet spring

Warming Taiwanese hearts

Enriching Taiwanese lives



    Love River 愛河


Love River

We have a river in our hearts

Written full of love and romance


Love River

Love River’s water slowly flows

Into the depths of time


Love River

Flows into the blood vessels to become

The inner soul's strength


Love River

Poetry and beauty

Fill up the journey of life



    South Asian Tsunami 南亞海嘯


The pent-up energy of the earth’s crust

Exploded in an instant from the bottom of the sea

The surging, turbulent giant waves

A devastating raid


Human life was devoured

Dragged into the sea to drift by the current

The land is corpse-strewn

A tragic vision in our mortal world


Scenes of devastation are everywhere after the tsunami

Images of wretched horror are spread

Shocking the heart of the entire world

Leaving behind the little children with no kin to turn to


Standing at the scene of the disaster

Tears have already been cried dry

Still, heads are raised towards the sky

To helplessly cry and shout


                                 (Translated by Jane Deasy)




  1. Poems by Lin Lu林鷺



Lin Hsueh-mei 林雪梅 (alias Lin Lu林鷺, b.1955) concurrently serves at the standing committee of the Li Poetry Society, the editorial board of the Li Poetry Magazine, and the jury of annual Taiwan Modern Poetry Collection. She is also a member of Movimiento Poetas del Mundo (PPdM).

Lin Lu has three Mandarin poetry collections, “Star Chrysanthemum” (2004), “Lost in Time” (2016), and “For What to Travel” (2017). She also published a Mandarin-English poetry collection, “Forgetting Autumn” (2017).



    No Thoughtless Handshaking with a Poet 不要隨便跟詩人握手


Is a poet's hand pure?

Is a poet's hand soft?

Is a poet's hand romantic?






Immaculate truth

All are metaphors written by poets


Don't shake with a poet with your thoughtless hands


In a distance I see a weathercock


The weathercock is a poet's hand

pointing in the same direction 

that the wind is blowing



    Rose 玫瑰               


She was a rose

A rose who was in her early puberty with expectations


She was a rose

A rose who was fondled and drawn in her illusions


She was a rose

A rose who blossomed in the breath and kisses


She was a rose

A rose who had forgotten her whole body thorns



She is a withering rose

A rose

who did live her whole life and legend with soundless



   Lost in Time 遺忘吧


Let it lost in time

When I finally become

A requiem

Let the notes of life

lost in time

Like sands through the hourglass

So are the days of our lives

There people can never conquer the time

But only time can conquer the people


Let everything lost in time



Are all leaves on the trees of life

When the season comes


Leaves are lost in time


Let it lost

Let it lost in time

                             ( Translated by Faustina Huang)



7. Poems by Chen Ming-keh



Ming-Keh Chen 陳明克 ( b. 1956 in Taiwan). He received a PhD in physics from

Nat’l Tsing Hua University in 1986. In 1987, he became a member of Li poetry

society. He is now a member of editorial broad of Li poetry. His publication includes ten collected poems, and two collected short stories. He was awarded six prizes of literature in Taiwan. He explored the meaning of life. Metaphors are frequently expressed in his poems.



    A Flower 一朵花


Just a flower, who care?


A flower fades

Another flower will be in blossom



    Dewdrop 露珠


A dewdrop absent-mindedly fell down

Along the curved twigs

It would drop and disappear


At the thin end

a cherry blossom fully bloomed



  Dragonfly  蜻蜓


A dragonfly stays at

the rain wash which turns upwards

It silently waits 

for regarding the windshield as a basin?


Unexpectedly, I am the dragonfly



    The Ships in Dock 船塢裡的船


Are they looking at the sea?

What do they think?


They are nothing originally

The cranes sling the steel girders and sheets

Which are then welded and cut by the raging fire

At the moment they are linked up to be ships

they feel the sea is calling


I finally understand

Why I, made of flesh and blood,

feel the immortal calling


Can it be a little bit clearer ?

as the ships hear the sea



Pass Through the Silk Cotton Trees 行經木棉樹


I went out from the subway station in the crowds

Jostling pedestrians, I walked under the silk cotton trees


I heard creak

What birds were in

the full bloomed kapok flowers?

They were jumping, the branches

and flowers were shaking lightly


Always a few birds jumped to the tree-top

Looking around and calling gently

Guarded the hawk which was far wheeling


How happy the birds

No enemies hid themselves among the companions


A kapok flower fell around my feet heavily

Did the birds gave it to me?

Could I grow wings too?



8. Poems by Chen Hsiu-chen 陳秀珍


 Chen Hsiu-chen 陳秀珍has publications including essay “A Diary About My Son, 2009”, poetry “String Echo in Forest, 2010”, ”Mask. 2018”and “Uncertain Landscape, 2017”, Mandarin-English-Spanish trilingual “Promise, 2017 ”, as well as “Tamsui Poetry, 2018”. Her poems have been selected into Mandarin-English-Spanish trilingual anthologies “Poetry Road Between Two-Hemispheres” and “Voices from Taiwan”, as well as Spanish “Opus Testimoni” and Italian “Dialoghi”.



    Under the Sky of Bangladesh 在孟加拉的天空下


Under the sky of Bangladesh,

under the warm sunshine, 

among the flower fragrance in Bangladesh Red Fort


my face always presents

to you a smile

without any make-up forever.


a smile like the sky,

a smile like the warm sunshine,

a smile like the red flower.


I smile as this when I think of you,

I smile as this when I dream of you,

I smile as this when I think of your thinking of me,

I smile as this when I dream of your dreaming of me,


during the fluctuation of thought,

among the sounds of poetry recital,

on the road in the illusory spring time.

Translated by Lee Kuei-shien



    Permanent Address 永久地址    


I have asked your address from enormous green!

I have asked your address from white snow!

I have asked your address from the waterfall!

Nobody knows your address!

                —“Full Moon Night ” by Aminur Rahman


During my wandering,

I looked for a permanent address.


May have an invariable address

for a fragrance of flower?

May have a permanent watershed

for a drop of river stream?

May have an eternal sky

for a floating cloud?


After the endless wandering,

each drop of tear

moistens the homeland under feet,

the permanent address is eventually found.


Whether the love in wandering

needs to look for a permanent address?

Translated by Lee Kuei-shien



    The Smile of Mona Lisa 蒙娜麗莎的微笑


The glow of your smiling lips emits sadness;

Reasons of sadness not known. Why in your eyes

Do you store chocked emotions off the soul?

                               —“Mona Lisa” by Jahidul Huq


In Musée du Louvre, you has been

sustaining consistently an elegant posture,

being appreciated around with crowds,

observed in detail by means of magnifier,

discussed and copied in painting,

your worldwide known smile still persists.


This smile has been well guarded

so smiling for hundreds of years.

What secret of non-disclosure is hidden

behind the smile of Mona Lisa?

Perhaps, da Vinci has given a hint,

who knows the secret codes.


Me smile too.

My plain smile,

I desire it to be well guarded,

reveals no sense of mysterious beauty.


I love mystery more than smile

but the sense of mystery is frequently

bloomed within the flower of smile.

Translated by Lee Kuei-shien


9. Poems by Yang Chi-chu


Yang Chi-chu 楊淇竹(b. 1981), a doctoral student in Comparative Literature at Fu Jen Catholic University, Taiwan, specialized in East Asian Literature in the period of 1930s.  She published her master thesis “Interdisciplinary Adaptation: A Study of the Narrative and TV series of the Trilogy of Wintry Night” in 2010, as well as poetry books “Living Among Cities” in 2016 and “In the season of Summer Lotus Blossom” in 2017. She participated 2014 “Tras las Huellas del Poeta” Internatinal poetry meeting in Chile, 2016 Formosa International Poetry Festival in Tamsui, Taiwan, and 2017 Capulí Vallejo y Su Tierra in Peru.



    Pineapple Cake 島型鳳梨酥


As the Taiwan-island-shaped pineapple cake is savored,           

Packaged with food quality assurance,

Stuffed with Guanmiao’s local pineapple,  

Sour ‘n sweet,

That old-time wax-gourd filling has been forgotten.   


Decades ago in the countryside   

Teeming with big wax gourds,    

Neighbors shared pineapple cake,      

Piling up kindness piece by piece,  

And the leftover cake went to  

The pastry chef, to be          

Fully cooked and fried--     

A tradition of cherishing food.       


The insipid wax-gourd filling--    

A test of the chef’s ingenuity--    

Blended with various aromas, 

Surprisingly played up to  

The yearning of sweet desert.        

Kneaded into dough in pieces, the pineapple cake          

Wafted a hometown sentiment through the air.


Today the island-shaped pineapple cake 

Goes for local pineapple filling instead,

Cased with the island’s splendors,

Along with a tropical flavor, sour ‘n sweet,

Spreading across shopping malls:

The genuine Guanmiao pineapple cake


Know nothing but Taiwan in their mouths.



    Tamsui Night Scene 淡水夜景


At the bar in a small café   

The stranger looks up at the night sky

Twinkling stars

Falling into the cappuccino coffee, melting


An autumn breeze drifting along

The riverside Tamsui has the hustle and bustle  

Blown off


Night, dropping into the coffee cup 

From the espresso machine

One drip after another


Sleepless strangers



    Fort San Domingo 紅毛城


The rise and fall of the nations

And their checkered past                                        

All remain    

Jockeying for the marine power


In the red-brick house

The owner’s language

Smelled of something                                                          


Service ring 

Spanish, Dutch, English       

Transmitting the wisdom of the butlers

Transmitting the influence of the time


In the Empire’s hand

Who, would let go of it

Translated by WANG Ching-lu 王清祿



Better World Books Good Reading

Francisco Muñoz Soler  Born 1957 in Málaga, Spain.





Rubbing and agitation / nuclear war We have killed our words hit extinction. Our aim is approaching, the moon rises, radiant /with terror.                                                                                             ROBERT LOWELL


I grew up in a world of intimidation escalations between good and evil, the more pumps atomic, said more security to offer their subjects.

The one and the other, multiplied by a thousand, the necessary weapons to destroy Earth.

An existence and red phone buttons. end alarm code, where the princes appeased the aggressiveness of soldiers and spies.

Such cold war, lullabies were sung to an Antarctic moon, then he collapsed helor the wall of paradise on earth.

At that time I became an adult, looking at the icy moon of terror by the greed of

men, waiting for the day after.





The mother is born of fear lost in the immensity of others.

                                                                                                                                 ALFONSO CANALES


I feel terror of death

I admit, the terrible destruction,

but the ease with which they went

my loved ones gives me calm,

I also know that I have not been

before birth, chaos

will rest in nothing

in not being myself

and transformed into other energies,

disparate germ lights or shadows.

While I cling to my sensory voice

that makes me feel immortal,

and to my God and Virgin, full of hope.





Homophobia is a scourge

attacking the cretins

they produce the same effects

that dogs rabies.



Better World Books Good Reading


Peter Nyberg (born 1974) is a Swedish poet and editor in chief for Populär Poesi, a magazine on poetry. The poems are from Palliative Care (2016). 




-পিটার নীবারি

অনুবাদ: আনিসুর রহমান


তুমি বললে

এরকম ঘটনার পর

একজন আরেকজনে

যাবে বদলে।

আমি সায় দিলুম

তারপর আমরা খাবার কিনলুম

শেক্সপিয়রের ঝড় নাটকটি দেখলুম

কিন্তু মাঝখানে আলো নিভে গেলো

দেখতে দেখতে কত লোক মারা গেল

উত্তাপে মৃতরা

সারিবদ্ধ দাঁড়ালো

দক্ষতার সাথে আলোকচিত্রীরা

সেই চিত্র দৃশ্য ধারণ করে নিলো

প্রতিবেদকের সামনেই একজন বৃদ্ধা ভেঙে পড়লো

যিনি তার গোটা পরিবারকেই হারিয়ে

নিজে এক জোরালো প্রতীক হলো

সর্বকালের ভয়াবহ দুর্গোগ এলো

তুমি বললে

আমি সায় দিয়ে গেলাম

তারপর আমরা বাকি নাটকটি দেখলাম

টক সস পেঁয়াজ এবং চিপস খেলাম

মৃতদের সম্মানে

ঐ বছর আমরা কোনো আতশবাজী কিনি নে।

নববর্ষের প্রাক্কালে

শ্যাম্পেন, খাবার দাবার মেয়ে মানুষসহ

সকল আনন্দই ছিল আমাদের করতলে

ঘটনাটা ব্যাপক ও ভয়াবহ ছিল

যখন গোটা ইউরোপ থমকে গেল

তুমি বললে

আমি সায় দিয়ে গেলাম

মিনিট তিনের মধ্যে

আমরা মৃত মানুষদের নিয়ে ভাবলাম

আমি একটি বৈদ্যুতিক

মিশ্রকের কথা চিন্তা করলাম

আমি কিনে ফেলব এরকমটাও চাইলাম

কিন' খুব করে মৃত মানুষের কথাই ভাবলাম।

যারা মারা গেল

তাদের কথাই ভাবলাম

এরপরে সবকিছু ঠিক ছিল

সবকিছু চলছিল।



The Tempest

- Peter Nyberg

 Translated by Mel Perry and  Derek Coyle.


‘After such an event

you are bound to be changed,’

you said. And I agreed.


Then we bought snacks

and sat down to watch Shakespeare,

The Tempest, but we changed channel


half-way through,

to check how many people had died

in the heat. We saw


corpses deployed in rows,

human lamenting, skilfully

captured by the photographers.


An old woman broke

down before the reporter;

she had lost her entire family,


and was a strong symbol.

‘The greatest disaster ever,’

you said, and I agreed. Then


we continued with the rest

of the play, munching

on our sour cream and onion crisps.


I think,

to honour the dead,

we bought no fireworks that year,


for the New Year’s Eve festival,

but still,

we enjoyed champagne, food,


all the beautiful women

and men, such fun

we had. ‘All of Europe


stopped’, you said. ‘So powerful.’

And I agreed.

For three minutes


we thought of the dead,

and I thought of an electric mixer

I wanted to buy. Mostly,


I did think of those

who died, while everything else

continued, while everything else



The Rain


|| Metin  Cengiz ||


Metin  Cengiz:   poet and writer (b. 3 May 1953, Göle). He attended to Göle primary School (1964), Kars Alparslan High School (1972), and graduated from Erzurum Atatürk University, Faculty of Basic Sciences and Foreign Languages, Department of French (1977). During his years at the university, he worked as a civil officer at the Turkish Statistical Institute for a short time (1973). Meanwhile, he completed his studies at Marmara University, Department of French.

          After working as a teacher in Muş, he resigned from his duty, returned back to İstanbul and began to work as a proofreader, editor and translator at publishing houses.  He wrote particularly on the problems of poetry in the  reviews Hurriyet Gösteri, Varlık and in various newspapers. He established the Şiirden Publishing House in 2005, in collaboration with his friends, to publish poems and essays concerning poetry theory.

           He won the Behçet Necatigil Poetry Award in 1966 with his book Şarkılar Kitabı (The Book of Songs), Melih Cevdet Anday Poetry Award in 2010 with his book Bütün Şiirleri 1 (Collected poems 1), Bütün Şiirleri 2 (collected poems 2) and Tudor Arghezi İnternational Poetry Award  in 2011 (Romanya). By 2014, the city of Mersin in Turkey's most prestigious award received the Prize for Literature. He is a member of Writers Syndicate of Turkey, the Association of Turkish PEN Writers and the Turkish Authors Association. In 2014, he is received the Literature Prize of the city of Mersin, one of Turkey's most prestigious award.



The Rain




Yesterday I watched the fall of the rain

The rain that turns everything to sky

Now all hangs in the air

As if frozen for a moment before falling to ground

The mind bewildered between both elements

Hovers there like a bird in flight


I caught a glimpse of you,—your rain like glance rain like body-

And hurled myself into the falling rain, clasping on to your body

Onlookers pitied the fool saying ah he must have lost his mind—

So I roared: Keep your mind for yourselves just do not touch the falling rain




The rain and its bold drops strike the soul

Sweeping up in whistles the verses in the mind

And life is borne away to the waters

My love your face your eyes are borne away

On the bridge it is the past I summon up

Fists in the air and marches, police batons and gendarme guns

Whatever has been lived lingers like dream in the sealed up distance


I am watching in joy the fire lit by the rain on the streets

The fire of rain left in the human soul, like love, like hope

We're in the place of fire, ah everywhere is on fire

Such is life I think

Like steel it chokes my neck

I stretch my hand out to the past

The rain holds my hand in place only of my ruined years

It turns into water, and flows

My fifty four years lost in pursuit of a struggle




Like a long lament the rains falls

As if dew were wetting the windows

The hinges of the world break off

And the sky lands pulling out its hair


Remember me in this weather my love

In the fires lit by the rain

In the fire that burned me on the street

Remember me my dear in all that ruins


I who am ruin to this world




Tired evening lonely evening is sad

So, fall rain, let the world drink of it and revive

As if waking from a long sleep


As a child I learned of birth

But I have never understood death



This year this garden’s roses will not bloom

Be the rain on the street and scrub me clean


I'm the water flowing over the streets

Be my gully and my crowded face

Let me flow with you to eternity.


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Antonino Caponnetto was born in 1950 in the Sicilian city of Catania (Italy). Since 1981 he lives in Mantua. His most recent poetic collections are: “Agonies of the Light” (2015), “The Necessary Dream” (2017), “Before Anything Else” (2018). For Pellicano cultural association he directed the international series Poetry by the Planet, where he edited the first publication in Italian of the poems by the Romanian poetess Elena Liliana Popescu and by the Kosovar poet Fahredin Shehu, as well as he was the translator of an anthology of poems by the Colombian poet Fernando Rendón. He currently collaborate on the new series Unusual and Imaginary Unpublished of the Project October in Poetry.




First memory: the sky’s light blue.

Then many faces with a friendly look,

faces tanned by the sun, smile at the child.


Childhood and youth, eternal time

of my ancient land and of an enormous,

borderless at that time, summer.


In the orange grove, I touched lightly

the shimmering, green leaves.

I bear in me that locked away

summer in my life.


Other summers, other places and battles

to be aware of myself among others.

But my staying in the world

is in that eternal summer.


In the colors of the sea, deep chasm swallowing

as a ravenous ogre the bodies of the runaways,

in the colors of the sky lies that eternal


summer, only as the soul’s peace is

for those who die by water.

In the light that blinds

the pupil of the alive.





Rise, son, it’s daytime


See? The future is right here and now

You are alive, free

and you’ll die as the poet says

of life and not of time


so wear sturdy shoes

welcome in your bag

the little you will need

it’s time to leave


Let’s go, let’s go, son



(English Translations by Alessandra Bava)

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 Einar Már Guðmundsson (b.1954) is a gifted novelist, short story writer and a poet, as well as a dedicated activist with a social vision. He is one of the most widely translated Icelandic authors born in the post-war period. A storyteller with a lyrical perceptive and humorous style, his work charts the growth of urban culture in the capital and the larger-than-life characters that it spawns.

Guðmundsson has received numerous awards and recognition for his work, amongst them the Nordic Council Literary Prize in 1995, The Norwegian Bjørnson Prize and the Scharnberg Memorial Award in Denmark, The Karen Blixen Medal (an honorary award from the Danish Academy) and The Guiseppe Acerbi Literary Prize in Italy.

In 2012 Einar Mar Guðmundsson received the Swedish Academy’s Nordic Prize, dubbed “the little Nobel”, for his contribution to literature. The Swedish Academy Nordic Prize was created in 1986 to celebrate the Swedish Academy’s 200 year’s anniversary. It is awarded to individuals in one of the Nordic Countries that have made remarkable contributions to literature or Swedish language.


If I was a damaged TV


If I was a damaged TV

I would most certainly

cause more disturbance

in your lives

Translated by Michael Dean Óðinn Pollock



Middle-aged couple


They hang around in the living room

like a sandwich but there is nothing

between them except the contentment

that separates them

Translated by Bernard Scudder


Poem for Christmas


The innocent lambs of the Bible

become lambchops at Christmas

Translated by Michael Dean Óðinn Pollock


Poem for my sweetheart


After approximately 2000 years

when archaeologists dig up our bones

perhaps we could make love in the National Museum

Translated by Michael Dean Óðinn Pollock


I just can’t stop


I just can’t stop

at the corner of your lips

even though they are red

like traffic lights

Translated by Michael Dean Óðinn Pollock


The Russian Revolution


The Russian revolution

is like a family album that

we thumb through without knowing who

took the photos and it’s even

doubtful who they are of

only one thing’s certain:

Frankenstein came to power in the end

Translated by Bernard Scudder.


Science fiction


Don’t ask

if life exists

on other planets

until you’ve

made quite certain

that it exists on this one too

Translated by Anna Yates


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