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Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm | The cracks in the granite (144)

Here ends my fight

here I say goodnight

in the dying light

my last reservation

my might.

By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

 

the cracks in the granite

tears of an angel

an act of foresight

upon this earthly soil

when may I close my eyes

 

Here ends my fight

here I say goodnight

in the dying light

my last reservation

my might.

By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

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

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