Flying Fall – Poetry from Vietnam

Following the cricket’s song, the fall color suddenly passed by the home

The shadow of the Sophora tinted one half of the last year’s sadness

Tran Nhuan Minh

Poet Tran Nhuan Minh was born in 1944. He lives in Hong Quang, Quang Ninh province since 1962. He is former President of Literature and Arts Association of Quang Ninh province, and is member of Vietnam Writers’ Association. He is the winner of National Award on Literature and Arts in 2007 for the volume of poems titled “The Poet with the Florals and Grass” and the epic titled “The Wild Sonata”. He also received The 11 Mekong River Literature award for his book titled “Overcome the Yangtse Kiang’s waves”, and the 2nd Laboring Medal in 2011. He is author of 51 books. Some of them are “Overcome the Yangtse Kiang’s waves” (2017, 2018), “The white cloud folk domain” (2011), “Four seasons” (2009). Some of his books had been published abroad such as: “The Poet with the Florals and Grass” ( France 2020), “Selection of poems” (China 2014), “Cross the world – selection of poems” ( Taipei, 2018).

FLYING FALL

Following the cricket’s song, the fall color suddenly passed by the home

The shadow of the sophora tinted one half of the last year’s sadness

The old moon drop dissolved in the soul of the wild chry¬santhemum

White hair turned dim line by line along with the steps of the Fall that was leaving

One heard vaguely the fluttering of the parting moments…

So confused was the clouds and waters’ sulkiness

So silent that one cannot hold back one’s feelings

Let’s love! Let’s love! the evening coldish north-westerly wind has risen

There will be no future existence, o my love, please

Exchange one thousand existences for a dim and distant dead drunk minute

My head rang like a small bell

Before the so resounding and solemn beauty

O Fall, you’re so valiantly resplendent

I’m craving for being broken into the deep blue

To turn into gold and fly thousands of miles over each one of the verandas!

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 LOVE POEM ON A DAY WITHOUT YOU

Were we to know that we would not meet each other again

I wouldn’t have accused you of so many sins

You stood still, burying your face into darkness

Poor you who couldn’t say anything at all

Were we to know that we would not meet each other again?

I would not date you on that night

So that the past would only be much affection

While the future would at least be sugary

Were we to know that we would not meet each other again?

I would not reprove you for loving someone else

That simple thing I’ve just realized

While you’re far

You’re too far away already…

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BLUE EVENING

There was a very deep blue evening in ourselves

At the small story under the rain that spread dimmering beach and wharf

Your tunic was short throughout your girlhood

So where could I hide my love for you

There was a lost evening when we were side by side

A light wind blew over the verandah under the afternoon sun

Your hair was ruffled and you couldn’t comb it before the moon appeared

A few drops of sadness dreamingly stagnated in the clouds

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