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POETRY/THƠ

Thái Hạo | love will turn into resentment (39)

Baby
don’t cry
the barbwires will hold us up
teach us how to walk

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POETRY/THƠ

Thái Hạo | THE MICE CHRONICLES

I grew up on a windy field
Gales of wind like embers delivered from the Sun
Incinerating our naps beneath the trees
The fields bleached white by dead fish
Together with the old
Carried to be buried at the spine of the mountain
Decimated by the tramplings of cows and buffalos
The sandy soil tumulus void of green grass the entire summer

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POETRY/THƠ

Thái Hạo | Hungry dogs (38)

Wandering the street tonight
meeting up with the dogs with their tails between their legs
together with the people rushing around on the pavement
me
rushing on the pavement
the street filled with motor vehicles
horn honking
warnings
the nightly raid.

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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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Thái Hạo | a dragonfly yearning for the Sun (37)

I woke up from a sleep on a sail
a spirit in the wind
a song within a seashell from the origin
the dragonfly wings now void of movement
perched upon a portrait of a weather-beaten sail
glorious on the blue wall
a room overwhelmed by the sea

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Thái Hạo | March in the dark (35)

March in the dark
a volcano brewing beneath the yellowing cogon grass
from the heart of the back earth the shrieks of insect
shattering in time with the falling stars
March in the dark
I’m pacing in a room dense with cigarette smoke
by the window the falling neem blossoms like the rain
hastening the season
side by side with the cries of felines.

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ART

Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm | Thái Hạo

Pencil sketch

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POETRY/THƠ

Thái Hạo | The day I die (34)

I shall recall the scents of guavas
Mixed in with the scent of her hair
A love affair sound in autumn followed by the sad prayers
The sadness bleaching the blooming branches of pomelo
The chilling scent in the wind
The pouring of dusty storms
The breaths with smoke overwhelming
Across the vast sky unfurling

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PHOTOGRAPHY POETRY/THƠ

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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POETRY/THƠ

Thái Hạo | THE MICE CHRONICLE (III/III)

The forest storm ever ceasing
My ox cart full of books soggy, muddy
The spine of the books
Held the details of fallen stars

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Thái Hạo | THE MICE CHRONICLE (II/III)

I’m there composing poetry in thoughts of philosophy
By the rubber sap consuming mice
By the petty thievery of men and women
By the buildings by the schools void of the sound of people
Nothing but the scuttering sound of mice trying to make a living in the sewers

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Thái Hạo | THE MICE CHRONICLE (I/III)

I grew up under the shredded clouds, meadows of thin harvests
By skinny buffalos sneaking bites of rice on the edge of the field
There were very mean guards at the fields
Drunk every day
Took the buffalos as hostages
We follow them in tears through the bruising country dusk
Together with the screams of ravens over our heads

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PHOTOGRAPHY POETRY/THƠ

Thái Hạo | Exiled in my homeland (32)

Again, I’m here
by the blank white screen
tap tapping into a fog a word a poem
learning how to converse
Waking myself up from the bottom of a well
The wintry water vapours
Bleaching white the foot of the meadow

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Thái Hạo | Day by day by the door, I’m dying (30)

I shall greet myself in familiarity
and we shall hand in hand
walk endlessly
the banks of the river of white reeds

Void of the coucal visit
I shall light a cigarette, make the clouds
set them free

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POETRY/THƠ

Thái Hạo | Night – Đêm (18)

a charcoal exclamation mark in white
a cross
the words brightly burning into the night

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Thái Hạo | the nation – đất nước (22)

By Thái Hạo, translation by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm
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naked shoulders, sharp boulders
grinding, every eroding bone fracture
grinding, the tightly locked jaw
shattering the mountain boulders
the shattered life
laughter corroding by the salty waters

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POETRY/THƠ

Thái Hạo | I’m awake mid the night (29)

I’m awake in the heart of the mountain
the decade old flame kindling still in wisps of smoke
my father’s back an erect boulder
my mother’s hair
the whiteness of dreams

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Thái Hạo | Son by the day you’ve grown (28)

Even though I’m acquainted with such lies
no ripe golden harvest
but such fabrications are the source of my strength
so we could cross
this desolate, devastating land.

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Thái Hạo | the heart of the city (27)

The passing storm
banging on the doors of the tightly shut homes
together with the screaming cries
burnished on the road emptied of people
the soul of the sea
the soul of a perished empire
twisting and turning through the night

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POETRY/THƠ

Thái Hạo | Within the nest of crumbling leaves (26)

Within the nest of crumbling leaves
winter
the pine cones yearn for the horizon
a soul cast in the wind
browns
in the fading light