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Lê Vĩnh Tài |you enjoy watching me (44a)

ruffling my hairy quills each morning
night, I’m a quad-horn-stag
prancing
my hooves hid by rays of light

it’s the easiest way I could
take off or change my clothes

my hair
as you’re aware
removing each flower
meant you removing
each person at a time

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Lê Vĩnh Tài |come back to me (44)

parting
the silky
scented flesh
that wants to covet you
as a rose would
swallow the sting
of a bee

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | when the clouds are gloomy (89)

and all the aspect of sadness
the sombreness of the rain
tries to endure the fading eternity
the height of age-old talentless delusions
thought it could persevere.
but in conclusion
in itself disappears

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | There’s still one way – Vẫn có một cách (58)

You shall walk alone in the dark
Tripping on your own thoughts
To after rise
Beneath the Sunlight

You will set free the truth
Allowing the vines of others to latch onto
The souls you’ll find
Residing in the Clouds and the Leaves

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | the ache ever budging (26)

you touch it
and know its eyelids
made of coral
more beautiful than jade

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | you’re not an alcoholic (38)

you drank
straight from the bottle
but choking a little on the poetry

it in a scuffle fell, broke
into shards
cutting the skin

hence each time you want to love
you bleed
to death…

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | the leaning tower (64)

possibly the inspiration for a million poems
straight up

you must note the moment
the poem is leaning

it’s when the poem expires
tries to lean
to further the romance

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | when she dies in her sleep (130)

you dream of being
the coroner

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | gone into the darkness those who walked with you (131)

the slippery human fate
surrounded by no one
escapes no one

you know
it’s not the sea
but all the fields are now
in pitch darkness
stricken
silent…

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Charles Wright | “Thế Giới Này Không Phải Của Tôi, Tôi Chỉ Đi Qua” – “This World Is Not My Home, I’m Only Passing Through”

By Charles Wright, translation into Vietnamese by Lê Vĩnh Tài  “Thế Giới Này Không Phải Của Tôi, Tôi Chỉ Đi Qua”   Càng nói nhiều, bạn càng lảm nhảm vì vậy hãy thật đơn giản. Không ai đến mà không sớm bỏ đi. Thế giới mắt màu xanh, bàn chân màu xanh này, nàng ơi, […]

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Đình Nguyên | Thee leaving astride the night (22)

The south falling in autumn
Ears for distant sounds sitting by the moment
Hugging one’s shoulders on the verge of the day

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | Justice (17)

an anthem for the forgotten
for those abandoned by their country
died at sea, in re-education camps

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | the world, now small in your eyes (24)

you’re always bored
your fingers agitated
with intent

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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 | A poem or just a rope (32)

not so incapacitated
that my love you think it’s like death
and we shall think of love
as the length of a roll of rope
and the last twist
not only are our hands tied
not only did we fly
loved
and together fell…

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | the poem, it’s already the past (120)

the poem
it’s already the past

and every afternoon
it would bleed our monthly drops of blood
in places you’ve been…

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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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Lê Vĩnh Tài | one lonely hand (93)

one lonely hand
reached out
pulled me back
into my own darkness

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

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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 | I was four (240)

what did I think when I was eighteen
the expeditions without a sound
just whistle warnings
the endless afternoons running

now I’m twenty-one
living on an empty piece of land
letting myself wander inside a cage
to silence the soul I drank, I smoked