喻丽清1945年生于浙江金华，祖籍浙江杭州，三岁随父母迁居台湾。台北医学大学药学系毕业。曾创办北极星诗社。1978年旅居美国。出版诗集《爱的图腾》《沿着时间的边缘走》《未来的花园》，散文《无情不似多情苦》《蝴蝶树》《带只杯子出门》《寻找雨树》《在海风裡飞翔》《舍不得》等。小说集《爱情的花样》《喻丽清极短篇》。曾获中国文艺协会文艺奖章、新闻局优良著作金鼎奖、中国文协散文奖章、儿童文学小太阳金鼎奖，行政院文建会最佳少儿著作奖。现居加州。

Liqing Yu (originally Eileen Tang) was a licensed pharmacist in Taiwan. She moved to California in 1978. She has authored more than 40 books in Taiwan and China. She is also a cofounder and actively involved in volunteering work for Evergreen Education Foundation for years. Her works have been included in anthologies, and textbooks throughout Taiwan, China and abroad. She has been awarded numerous prizes for her essays, proses, poems and stories for children. Currently, she lives in Berkeley, CA.

李作昌，1936 年生于江西南昌市。1957年毕业于台大电机系，1964年于斯坦佛大学电机系获博士学位。之后在美国高科技工业界从事研发工作长达三十八年。退休以后，重拾年轻时对诗的喜爱，开始写作发表。

T. C. Lee was born in Nanchang, Kiangsi, China 1936. He graduated with B. S. degree from National Taiwan University and from Stanford University with Ph. D in 1964, both in Electrical Engineering. Then he worked in R&D with the high tech industry in US for thirty eight years. After retirement he devoted his long hobby and love in poetry and starting writing poems for several magazines.

父亲树

Father Tree

父亲  走了
扔下他孤独的手杖

我在梦里看见拐杖变成了树
长在我儿时嬉闹的庭院

父亲走时是冬天
我到春天才悲从衷来
如春雨般纷纷落下
拥抱着树根哭泣著
哭泣著匍伏到树下

晨起我看到窗前的梅花开满一树
一朵朵如我怀念与感恩的回报

父亲的厚爱深深植入土中
无论春夏
无论秋冬
			

My father, he is gone
Lonely is the cane he left behind

In my dream the cane becomes a tree in the courtyard
I used to play there in my childhood years

He died in the winter
My grief did not swell up until the spring
My tears flowed like the spring shower 
I hugged the tree while I was crying
Till I prostrated at its roots

In the morning I saw over the window
The plum flowers had blossomed all over the tree
Each and every flower was a wish granted for me
Of loving memory and thanksgiving

Father's love is planted deep in the earth
Whether in spring or summer
Autumn or winter
			

读周梦蝶诗。兼致悼意

An Eulogy After Reading Chou Moon-Diey Poems

终于
向襁褓般温暖的未来走去
或许
是向未必需要完成的过去走去
花雨落向恆河
一切之一的那个渡口

那人大隐于街角
寂寞得很广大
历八风*而不动

车如水  人如月
风雨如诗  岁月入定
不论是他的灵魂想要外出
或者世界向他的灵魂扣门
有一扇大门终于要在他身后徐徐打开

除了尘归尘土归土
除了美丽而无用的逻辑
只余诗意微寒
香远而益清

(*八风者，利衰苦乐毁誉称讥。)
			

At the end
He treads toward the future, warm as a baby in mother's embrace
Or 
Toward the unfinished past, which is likely unnecessary
The flowers and the rain fall into the Ganga river
The port of transport to the unlimited

That man is a recluse at the street corner
His vast solitude spreads far and wide
The eight winds of carnal vices and virtues move him not

Cars meander like a stream  He is like the moon
The wind and the rain are poems  Time returns to Nirvana 
It matters not if his soul wants to exit
Or the world keeps knocking on his soul
A door finally opens after his departure, slowly

The dust returns to dust, the soil returns to soil
Logic is pretty but of no use here
What remains is the feel of that little poetic cool 
The fragrance radiating afar yet fresher than ever.

( The eight winds are profit, loss, suffering, pleasure, 
  ruin, name, praise, and derision)