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Wings of the hark – Như Cánh Vạc Bay (22)

How could I possibly fathom the waiting? My mother waiting for my father to come home. This was a letter father send to mother from re-educational camp, my very first translation, lyrics by Trịnh Công Sơn

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SLEEPWALKING – MỘNG DU

by Thái Hạo, translated by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm     In the summer rain I’m under a hut devoid of walls   Trying to sleep   In a continuance of a dream last night, a corn seed germinating   Corn kernels like front teeth   Breaking through the soil piercing sunlight dancing in the […]

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Black or White – Trắng hay đen (2)

by Đình Nguyên, translated by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

 

Tea

Nor spirit

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To see or simply disappear! – Tin hay lịm tắt! (8)

by Đình Nguyên, translated by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

you replace the horizon

with a scatter of hope

a flare 

sunlight

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NIRVANA AT THE BOTTOM OF THE POND – THIÊN ĐƯỜNG DƯỚI ĐÁY AO

A star fell into the bamboo bushes

mixing with fireflies in the dense darkness

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AN OLD SEASON – MÙA CŨ (2)

by Sấu Mã, translated by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm 

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THE SMELL OF POETRY – MÙI THƠ (10)

by Sấu Mã, translated by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

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PENITENCE AFFRONT THE CHILD YET 16 (a student) – SÁM HỐI TRƯỚC TUỔI 16 CỦA HỌC TRÒ TÔI

The clouds shredded

We’re a crumbling net beneath the sky

Engulfing all that’s austere

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THE POEM HAS AN INESSENTIAL WORD “YET” – BÀI THƠ THỪA MỘT CHỮ “CHƯA” (20)

By Lê Vĩnh Tài, translated by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm   days months yet in slumber back to what yet is left the climb small climb yet long came home yet in yearning   yet burns a smoke first light smoke thus yet this white plume quiet yet like floating clouds I sat thus yet […]

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IT’S TWISTED, HENCE MAYBE WHY YOU COULDN’T SEE – BỊ XOẮN, NÊN CÓ THỂ BẠN KHÔNG NHÌN THẤY (18)

HUE – IN THE DIARY SO NOTED

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vẽ mình – self portrait (21)

in the thoughtlessness of the day
I remembered
my face
like forever I’ve seen it last

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | yeah the end of the year is exhausting (27)

regretting no, the one-two-failures
a swinging fist enough to shatter a face
instead, laugh loudly
this long long life, another year done

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | December we’re sobering: dear Lord (28)

following the verse, December greets its bride
their new life ran aimlessly the city
December now they remember
a smile so painful no longer hurts

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | the poem, it’s not an owl (55)

they’re like two vacant holes
they ache

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A Knock on the Door – Gõ cửa

By Lê Vĩnh Tài, translated by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm   No matter, no matter what The long-ago rocky sad incline The dreams rushing came without a knock The mortal hand ever far away.   The arriving mortal a mortal too sad to knock listened to the resound of dreams  dreams of someone actually knocking […]

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | no. 7:3 – Poetry should be a little hung

Poetry should be a little hungry…

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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 […]