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RUMI | Trước mặt anh em đã đến (113)

Trước mặt anh em đã đến
tôn tựa như trước bàn thờ.
Bao nhiêu lời nguyền trước
vỡ tan khi em thấy anh.

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Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm | Sweet potato shoots (112)

Gosh the cuts of young bamboo shoots my grandfather used to salvage from the forest. Where my uncle often faced tigers in the night(days there were still tigers). Now echidna is a condiment for drinking.

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Thân Trọng Ái | again April (1)

April returning
a golden era of antiquity
the bloodied flags bleeding across the pavements
the ancient tombs departed
across a regretful city the trees numb sagging
the afternoon bells resounding
the cathedral in mournful prayers

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Linh Phương | A Memobilium for My First Love – Kỷ Vật Cho Em (1)

My return through the swaying trees
My return in a wooden box pinned with flowers
My return on a stretcher
On a helicopter the whites of mourning

Anh trở về hàng cây nghiêng ngã
Anh trở về hòm gỗ cài hoa
Anh trở về bằng chiếc băng ca
Trên trực thăng sơn màu tang trắng

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PHOTOGRAPHY POETRY/THƠ

Hoàng Xuân Sơn | A D D I C T E D (12)

I’m addicted to kopi luwak, the civet morning droppings
[ imagined that, sounds great doesn’t it ]
what money, let alone Asian palm civet
dear god. so are the days of our lives
picking up the pieces
Saigon’s fresh dew
at the 5th and 7th intersection
now besides the massacred trees
the tall looming buildings squashing the tiny shop fronts, toadstools on the pavement

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | THEY… (259)

don’t want to note the glorious cyan aspect of the sea
with flowers
and the stars with a poem that’s a bit cold

the poems are anonymous
due to the lack of courage

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PHOTOGRAPHY POETRY/THƠ

Vũ Trọng Quang | THE WORDS AND POETRY (12)

words is a flash of light
poetry is the startling gunshot
through a strangely difficult crowd
as you stand there like a full stop amidst this world
viewable only if so wholeheartedly

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POETRY/THƠ

Thái Hạo | A Prayerful Sun (36)

I said goodbye to my sleep
as though I’m saying goodbye to you
approaching April
with the lies
like nails
nailed into the palms of one’s hands
pockmarks on the wooden pillar
like the bouts of insomnia
poking holes through the night

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | all the poems were singing in unison (258)

all the leaves were bending over smiling
people were the only ones looking up crying

the day Mother rode the golden wind
headed for the sky turned into a silver star

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Đinh Trường Chinh | (M)aria (2)

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.

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POETRY/THƠ

Nguyễn Văn Gia | WAR (3)

A MEETING/HỌP

The listener: a deaf guy
The speaker: a dumb dude
But both are fully aware that
They’re talking about nothing at all.

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EPIC POEM/TRƯỜNG CA

Lê Vĩnh Tài | AN EPIC POEM SHATTERED INTO WARM RAIN – BÀI TRƯỜNG CA VỠ RA MƯA ẤM

resonating deep echoes of a gong far gone
a gloomy day a baby turned in its mother’s womb 
who gets to choose the door entering the world
the land hot bloodied in human sweat 
recollections forgetful as clouds are as springs
child, are you sure it’s not too much…

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EPIC POEM/TRƯỜNG CA

Lê Vĩnh Tài | AN EPIC POEM SHATTERED INTO WARM RAIN – 14

the dreams of fire
a homeland drew up in white clouds
o homeland fresh and green
you leaning on me, you’re exhausted child
us leaning on a small frond
leaning into a song
what can a song do
a frond wet eyes
flying into the fresh green night…

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EPIC POEM/TRƯỜNG CA

Lê Vĩnh Tài | AN EPIC POEM SHATTERED INTO WARM RAIN – 13

the burden upon shoulders in our sandals slipping
o homeland thy slipping dignity
the universal dream
the rivers merging
the sea an ache
the vat of wine in the longhouse house bitter
facing the returning months and year
the forest exchanged for a broken vehicle
the gong at times a stage
in Thy eyes child play
the child yearns for its mother returns

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EPIC POEM/TRƯỜNG CA

Lê Vĩnh Tài | AN EPIC POEM SHATTERED INTO WARM RAIN – 12

but when you turn your back my child, the Sun also sets
to craving once more the dusk
you’re the light I’m the dark
darkness shattering human eyes
in throats upon lips
the lyrics…

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EPIC POEM/TRƯỜNG CA

Lê Vĩnh Tài | AN EPIC POEM SHATTERED INTO WARM RAIN – 11

Ea-Kao in the late rain
chilly yearning for the one in sunlight yearning for whom
preserving the identity of the longhouse in animations in videotapes
replacing the coal stove since the sea is gone
the master of our ceremony after your cries
me dreaming of being the sacrifice in your thanksgiving

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | AN EPIC POEM SHATTERED INTO WARM RAIN – 10

of a child tight on mother’s breast
of father’s fists, holding onto the ladder
falling with sadness / slipping on dreams
from behind the open door
dazed in the brilliance of the East by the cooking fire
the Sun breaking out prancing on the hooves of horses
across an immersed expanse of white flowers flying
white blooms bedazzled by plumb pink fruit after the rain
in every breath of the sunrise
the rubber trees oozing sap
came a new decree
in a blink a golden autumn bloom of wild daisies
a homeland shattered into so much warm rain
warm rain wrapping Thee in a red marrow cloak
with nothing but embroidered white blooms
o golden sunlight upon nectars

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William Shakespeare | Vâng, để tôi làm một kẻ hề – Let me play the fool (111)

Vâng, để tôi làm một kẻ hề:
Cùng với những trò chơi và tiếng cười tôi đón những vết nhăn của tuổi già,
Và gan nhiễm nóng vì rượu
Hơn là một trái tim đông lạnh với những tiếng than thảm thiết.

Let me play the fool:
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come,
And let my liver rather heat with wine
Than my heart cool with mortifying groans.

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | AN EPIC POEM SHATTERED INTO WARM RAIN – 9

giving birth to a man is a woman
giving birth to a woman is beauty
homeland o homeland
I adore Thee like laboured sleep after a day’s turmoil
in long nights in that most intoxicating moment
I dream of laying with you child
coveting you in a dream drowned in tears
and the Sun ever stuck in the dark
gently I shall remove
allowing the wind to caress the peak of our desire
the aching exhaustion
secrets
o homeland…

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EPIC POEM/TRƯỜNG CA

Lê Vĩnh Tài | AN EPIC POEM SHATTERED INTO WARM RAIN – 8

Who has swapped Kàte forest for a few blooming rice fields?
each seed is like mother’s fetus
brimming on father’s tears
the forest ceasing on exiled faces
drawn up by the wind the crumbling sadness
the sadness of ashes the sadness of fires
the sadness of migrants crowding even dreams