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
[author title=”Tran Nhuan Minh” image=”https://sindhcourier.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/12/2.-Tran-Nhuan-Minh-author-Sindh-courier.jpg”]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).[/author]
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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