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Thái Hạo | The day I die (34)

I shall recall the scents of guavas
Mixed in with the scent of her hair
A love affair sound in autumn followed by the sad prayers
The sadness bleaching the blooming branches of pomelo
The chilling scent in the wind
The pouring of dusty storms
The breaths with smoke overwhelming
Across the vast sky unfurling

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Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm | Dignity is a measure of your pride (90)

The kindness of people helped me up
while my pride lay forlorn on the concrete,
alone I stood up and thanked them…

Eo tròn mông tròn…
tôi vẫn bước tới vôn vớt dành lại một tí tôi.

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Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm | Just This Life (88)

His eyes glossed over white, icy, opaque. The stranger, the father of my thirteen year old daughter. I had begged him- please forget her, I forgive you. He just laughed, the light never reaching his eyes- she, to you is the mother of my child. I had loved him, the love of my life. He had picked me to dance, me the awkward skinny girl, amidst all those tall pretty ones.

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Lê Vĩnh Tài |The concealed circling darkness (37)

till sadness
drips from your skin like sweat
tears
even with both eyes blind, glorious is terror
keep writing

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | you’re not a butterfly (133)

you ask yourself now and then
flying forever in a room
full of plastic flowers

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Thái Hạo | The verses shifted in the middle of the night (33)

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1M-s4ciMpk8jdcGNzuRcP1I8jjy0vvi5M/view?usp=sharing

I carried myself on my back
upon the letters of the alphabet
at the precipice
I lead myself
treading upon the discarded sharp accents
the pad of my feet the freakish feel of the moon(up high)

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | her sunset (98)

she draws the sky
with a flame
burnt orange
red

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Trương Anh Tú | WORDS OF LOVE (3)

Love is a glance leaning
upon the cool surface of the lake
through the waves sowing
the vast storms within me.

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Lê Minh Chánh | INSOMNIA (5)

lining up are the memories
waiting to be called
like Adam, distracted with giving each animal a name

who’s ever fearful of the light
a spot of amber fire in the night
burning like the eyes of a sad and skinny
abused dog

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Đình Nguyên | We reside at the peak of our dreams (9)

Into the night the falling laughter
Easing the ripple of this life
The rise and fall of human fate

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Đình Nguyên |A bird amidst the sky (4)

by Đình Nguyên, translated by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

A bird amidst the sky

Alone quiet words sigh calmness

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | If you see the poem as feathers of a bird (66)

you thought about the feathers
you see yourself as a small bird
a tired metaphor
the world seeing nothing but white clouds
the embittered day she left
flew away
like feathers of a bird

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Ngọc Thủy | as the tears come (4)

head towards the Sun
crawl across the dark valleys
I’m steeped in the deluge
the arid sunlight, a new season

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | Once a day, the butterflies wander and play (51)

You unsheathe the dagger on your hip. It gleamed. Sticking the blade at her throat. You asked: “Aren’t you afraid?” She laughed: “Why should I be afraid? I know you love me.”

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Pháp Hoan | Haiku 17(35)

The gentle whispers of the breeze
upon the mountainside with ease
flowered the first cherry blossoms

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Thái Hạo | Exiled in my homeland (32)

Again, I’m here
by the blank white screen
tap tapping into a fog a word a poem
learning how to converse
Waking myself up from the bottom of a well
The wintry water vapours
Bleaching white the foot of the meadow

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Trương Anh Tú | A VERDANT OASIS IN OUR SOUL

As pure as a water droplet
She is a spectrum of colours
As fragile as a blade of grass
A verdant oasis in our soul.

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Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm | A time of Age (77)

a bomb

In the wind your cool adage
upon dusk
the sorrow of your dying light

In the specks of falling dust
your power, your might

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | there’s one Sun only

left for poetry a room
hidden within
a huge mirror
a reflection of poetry

in the mirror
poetry saw the lady opened a red umbrella
by her side a little boy and a dog
playfully running after them

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | 7:14a – the words. the words in the rush to explain

glancing at the sky
there’s a cloud in the shape of a person
laughing
as they blow smoke up some bloke’s ass
as the heavens fell into autumn