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Lê Vĩnh Tài | no. 10:2 – April noon, there’s no sunlight

The complexity of words provokes buried emotional scars I thought I’ve since forgotten. Passing comments, much like the smell of engine oil takes me back to my childhood in the hull of a tiny carved wooden boat, then I would suddenly get a message from my mum “come for dinner tonight if you’re not busy”.

My mother with her kind heart, her patience in enduring the years my father was gone. Twenty seven years old (like I am there in the snapshot), with four tiny children. There was no Medicare, no social service, no housing, no… She was then, still a child.

By Lê Vĩnh Tài, translation by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

 

April

noon, there’s no sunlight

all in a blinding fog.

 

the citizens

like sheep in the meadows

in the streets

 

drifting.

_____

 

tháng 4

buổi trưa không có nắng

mọi thứ mù sương…

 

nhân dân

như đàn cừu trên cánh đồng

đầy đường

 

trôi…

NB. The complexity of words provokes buried emotional scars I thought I’ve since forgotten. Passing comments, much like the smell of engine oil takes me back to my childhood in the hull of a tiny carved wooden boat, then I would suddenly get a message from my mum “come for dinner tonight if you’re not busy”.

My mother with her kind heart, her patience in enduring the years my father was gone. Twenty seven years old (like I am there in the snapshot), with four tiny children. There was no Medicare, no social service, no housing, no… She was then, still a child.

 

 

By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

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

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