Charity is given from one’s heart. Never one’s pocket. The true acts of kindness.
It is something I’ve learned from watching my parents.
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Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm | going home (189)
By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm Newly weds tried to sell their wedding bands for funds to buy petrol and water to help the exodus of people trying to get home outside of Saigon in lockdown. An exodus of the labour force makes their way home, more than a thousand kilometers outside of the city centre. […]
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Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm | exodus (188)
I was born 1971, Phu Nhuan, Saigon, Vietnam. My family and I were a part of the first exodus of boat people after the Vietnam war. In March 1981, we settled in Sydney, Australia. I graduated with a bachelor of Pharmacy at the University of Sydney. I have been translating Vietnamese literature for the past five years in my search to better understand my mother’s language and culture. My translations have been shared through blogging over the past year. I am still a registered pharmacist practicing in Western Sydney. I hope to continue translating, and continue to share Vietnamese art and literature, beyond borders on SONGNGUTAITRAM.
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Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm | “Em” (187)
I was born 1971, Phu Nhuan, Saigon, Vietnam. My family and I were a part of the first exodus of boat people after the Vietnam war. In March 1981, we settled in Sydney, Australia. I graduated with a bachelor of Pharmacy at the University of Sydney. I have been translating Vietnamese literature for the past five years in my search to better understand my mother’s language and culture. My translations have been shared through blogging over the past year. I am still a registered pharmacist practicing in Western Sydney. I hope to continue translating, and continue to share Vietnamese art and literature, beyond borders on SONGNGUTAITRAM.
You’re measured by nothing at all
the extent of your boundaries
the oxygen in your lungs
So if I cry out and my face pinch
Pity me not, my heart always win
For courage I carry within.
(Tặng anh Hoàng Xuân Sơn)
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The voice of a humanitarian
Drifts across the cosmos
Soft, the kindness
Whispering sincerely
I was born 1971, Phu Nhuan, Saigon, Vietnam. My family and I were a part of the first exodus of boat people after the Vietnam war. In March 1981, we settled in Sydney, Australia. I graduated with a bachelor of Pharmacy at the University of Sydney. I have been translating Vietnamese literature for the past five years in my search to better understand my mother’s language and culture. My translations have been shared through blogging over the past year. I am still a registered pharmacist practicing in Western Sydney. I hope to continue translating, and continue to share Vietnamese art and literature, beyond borders on SONGNGUTAITRAM.
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Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm | The husband (183)
I was born 1971, Phu Nhuan, Saigon, Vietnam. My family and I were a part of the first exodus of boat people after the Vietnam war. In March 1981, we settled in Sydney, Australia. I graduated with a bachelor of Pharmacy at the University of Sydney. I have been translating Vietnamese literature for the past five years in my search to better understand my mother’s language and culture. My translations have been shared through blogging over the past year. I am still a registered pharmacist practicing in Western Sydney. I hope to continue translating, and continue to share Vietnamese art and literature, beyond borders on SONGNGUTAITRAM.
By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm What do you do as you wait in the car, in line to test for the Delta strain? You translate poetry of course. Finding the voice of a new poet is a challenge often exciting when I’m open to it. But, I’m often blindsided by my experience or mere laziness […]
I was born 1971, Phu Nhuan, Saigon, Vietnam. My family and I were a part of the first exodus of boat people after the Vietnam war. In March 1981, we settled in Sydney, Australia. I graduated with a bachelor of Pharmacy at the University of Sydney. I have been translating Vietnamese literature for the past five years in my search to better understand my mother’s language and culture. My translations have been shared through blogging over the past year. I am still a registered pharmacist practicing in Western Sydney. I hope to continue translating, and continue to share Vietnamese art and literature, beyond borders on SONGNGUTAITRAM.
(Tặng Lê Vĩnh Tài)
Loves with no remorse
Shoulders his fears like a child
*”nước mắt chảy xuôi” is a Việt saying my mother always quoting. “Earth bound are tears “; a mother never expect any thing in return.
My brows were tattooed with painful remembrance of my old face
By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm Precious is…the moments Rare is the chance Discover i… a precious gem Brightest of diamonds Reddest of rubies More fragrant than a field of roses… My girl, a little sister Possibly from the last life: Little Miss Mischief (Quinn Tran) and the Rose Thief (Juia Thanh Thuỷ)
My biggest fan is my husband,
and he cares not for proses or poems;
that, in itself is poetry.
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Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm | đạo văn (176)
Hình như hôm nay tôi muốn giết người. Nhưng cô con gái biết cách kiềm chế mẹ. Cám ơn con gái của mẹ.
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Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm | (175)
I adore this photograph, a surreal capture in the afternoon light. My novel and I, my siblings near by. A picture of innocence coloured by a new bitter taste called life. My materialistic requirements were miniscule. I’d dreamt of becoming an independent human being of strong moral standings. My wish was simple, for my parents to be proud.
Inebriated by the Eastern lights
I desire nothing but to be
A grain of dust upon your breath
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Say nắng Đông
Ta chỉ thèm làm hạt bụi
Trong hơi thở của em
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Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm | Fuck it! (55)
Too ethic
Too pathetic
