Tag: dinhtruongchinh

the memories
a boundless cemetery
recall a bottomless pit
i have thrown in it entirely a treasure-trove of moments
the old crumbling eras
to be discarded
but instead i’ve chucked them in my head
and i am living
inside this cemetery

The loneliness is brutal
Dusk failed to interpret the rain
I awoke amid soil odour
With the fifth coffee
Shine on the wood .

NB. It took me three years to fully translate the poem, perhaps it was not within my vernacular, perhaps I had found it was difficult for me to bring back to the surface such personal pain. I don’t truly know. But, I often find the words choked up at the back of my throat, the pause. The pause of three years.

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I’m adrift on a string of memory you threw across the night
(like an acrobat that lost his faith
fumbling for pages of the bible).
The high moonlit hot burnt boozed-up eyes.
The sun falls at dawn.
The night gave birth to the moon.
The hard birth of some verses. Cramp in the thoughts of the imagination.
Unborn err choked in oblivion.