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Đặng Văn Hùng | A Moonlit Night (3)
Tag: vietnamese
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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
to then
upon the blue sky see
your heart
the forever deep
the sea?
they too bury
their own dreams
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Đinh Trường Chinh | share (30)
share till the time falls in a crumbling mess
share the laziness in memories of sound sleeping
share a hand full of memories barely
share the night of endless butterflies
(in our stomach)
barely and it was day
you shall feel the tears
I’ve shed
you shall see the holes
that no one could escape
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Nguyễn Lãm Thắng | eyes mystified (17)
returning in vengeance from a distant sea
I tried to quiet the churning blood within
the choking sheaths of white cloth
the hole in the sky
the vessels laden with souls
grounding tires
severed tongues
sputtering of sandy soil
the red eyes
can’t you hear
the waves shrieking in perpetual tears
the vessels of recollections
me
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
Ta chọn yêu em trong im lặng…
Vì im lặng không có sự từ chối,
Ta chọn yêu em trong cô đơn…
Vì trong cô đơn em không của ai mà chỉ là của ta
Ta chọn thương em từ xa…
Vì khoảng cách sẽ che chở ta khỏi nỗi đau,
Ta chọn hôn em trong gió…
Vì gió mềm hơn môi ta,
Ta chọn ôm em trong giấc mơ…
Vì trong giấc mơ, em sẽ là mãi mãi.
Coleman Barks’ RUMI (translated February 26, 2020)
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
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
you touch it
and know its eyelids
made of coral
more beautiful than jade
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…
tôi là người ích kỷ
duy tâm
tôi không thể nhìn thấy gì
nhưng độ cong của đường chân trời
rực rỡ như sự rạng rỡ của bạn
—
I can see nothing
but the curvature of the glowing horizon
the dawning of you.
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Đình Nguyên | Spring is in the air (23)
Your heart
trimmed in snowflakes
imprinted
speckled
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Đình Nguyên | Holding on (24)
January light viewed through a foreigner’s eyes
How many could attain such intimate moments
Rolling out the endlessly vast separation
Trapping our soul in earnest yearning each spring
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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
The moon was bright red. My fingers in the dirt. The lumps of soft earth broke away, revealing a tongue that has disintegrated, turned black. My useless tongue. The tongue that could not keep its word. Then suddenly there it was, I discovered another tongue by it. It was tarried by the soil, but it was still clear that it was still fresh, its flesh damp with blood. I was very confused, for sure I had never buried such a tongue. Who’s tongue is this? Where did it come from? Why would anyone want to cut their tongue off and bury it as I did?
you dream of being
the coroner
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…
