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Pháp Hoan | Haiku 5 (9)

On a hill slept
the grass and my hair kept
growing.

By Pháp Hoan, translation by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

On a hill slept
the grass and my hair kept
growing.
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Ngủ say trên đồi
cỏ và tóc tôi
cùng mọc.


TÁM VẠN BỐN NGHÌN CÂY

By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

There's magic in translating a body of work from one language to another.

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