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5 COUNTABLE VERSES – ĐẾM ĐƯỢC 5 BÀI (52)

By Lê Vĩnh Tài, translation by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

you’re a sad little boy
you’re a sad young man
you’re a sad little toy
you’re a sad human being…

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THOSE ARE THE REASONS – ĐÓ LÀ LÝ DO (61)

By Lê Vĩnh Tài, translated by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm   THE HAIKU HAS DOUBLED IN LENGTH   hence she is stuck   as the autumn lay waiting the coming of winter   THOSE ARE THE REASONS   you hate poetry, with the rhymes are thrown around without reason   and not rhythming without reason […]

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87

reading Vietnamese poetry means National pride, but

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GARBAGE – RÁC (69)

By Lê Vĩnh Tài, translated by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm   if a poem is a piece of garbage then so is she while she covers the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes with expensive powders and creams the poem hid behind its pain the long sleeve used to wipe away the tears behind […]

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HYPNOTIZING PATRIOTISM – THÔI MIÊN LÒNG YÊU NƯỚC (83)

By Lê Vĩnh Tài, translated by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm   HYPNOTIZING PATRIOTISM   I am one share of all, and I am myself (to fixation)   I am a glimpse in the mirror I am a covert plan a mantra of fate locked up inside a metal safe of the soul   but you […]

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6 POEMS – 6 BÀI THƠ (84)

INEBRIATED POETRY IS ALWAYS WAKING UP LATE

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86

By Lê Vĩnh Tài, translated by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm     In the darkest nights I’ll be your moon and you’ll be my light… _____   Trong những đêm tối nhất tôi sẽ là mặt trăng của bạn  và bạn là ánh sáng của tôi…

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91

the old
often are stricken with senility
loneliness

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RAIN, THE CEASELESS RAINY DAY – NHỮNG NGÀY MƯA MƯA MÃI KHÔNG THÔI (100)

By Lê Vĩnh Tài, translated by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm   1. days when it rained misty without end the ashes flew light witches nothing means anything impoverishment stays up late   mornings waking to the stove’s smoke mother leaned her back on the smell of the dark smells of charcoal smells of steamed rice […]

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101

no, I shall never be able to touch you

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THE THINGS HE TOOK WITH HIM – NHỮNG ĐIỀU ÔNG ẤY MANG THEO (105)

By Lê Vĩnh Tài, translated by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm   I saw that he sleeps inside a woman but he’s not her husband   I saw the children he buried but he’s not their father   I saw him destroyed homes and he’s not a builder   he appears at night he also appears […]

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | the ode (119)

the ode
its a shadow
so you’re less afraid, follows
in passing lonely meadows
the darkness, your hair…

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RESOLUTIONS WITHOUT A LIMIT – NHỮNG QUYẾT ĐỊNH KHÔNG CÓ GIỚI HẠN (134)

By Lê Vĩnh Tài, translated by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm   she has a close friend her name is Ken   today she asked me to greet her Ken, standing at the foot of the disembarking flight   she told me: – it’s time for you to step into her(friend) inner sanctum I was worried […]

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | I walk around there (125)

you’re fears of what
fears what of yours

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you, scribbling your name – bạn nguyệch ngoạc tên bạn (99)

By Lê Vĩnh Tài, translated by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

you, scribbling your name
in my thoughts
now I’m on fire

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TWO POEMS – HAI BÀI THƠ (123)

I’m 54 when I was 6 years old
48 years ago
I had never imagined
now the only thing to
do
is Facebook

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | no. 18:30 – she said you should suck me out, to get a better view

she stated
you should suck me out, to see
clearer

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Lê Vĩnh Tài |a poet died in the trees (107)

a poet died in the trees
his breath lingers still
slow, slowly…

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FOUR POEMS – BỐN BÀI THƠ (167)

perhaps the virus has touched you 
with its finger

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IMPOSTOR – MẠO DANH (163)

By Lê Vĩnh Tài, translated by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm   until you recognize you’re an impostor   you do what others dare not afraid of the tribulation   you’re a teacher without lecture notes using dressings to treat broken bones   your  actions attracting  stares annoyance   you failed to remember in your own […]