Pham Thi Kim Khanh
Hailing from Muong ethnic group from Cam Binh commune, Cam Thuy district, Thanh Hoa province, Pham Thi Kim currently lives in Thanh Hoa city, Thanh Hoa province. She is member of Vietnam Association of Culture and Arts of Ethnic Minorities, and Member of Thanh Hoa Culture and Arts Association. She has published literature works that won high prizes in the province and the Vietnam Association of Culture and Arts of Ethnic Minorities: “January Garden” Poetry (2014); “Two kinds of wind” (2016); “Memorial World” poetry (2016); “The realm of hope”, poetry, (2018) and “The season of leaves”, poetry, (2021).
People in love
People in love, every tree has flowers
Everybody are kind
Don’t know what season is in!
People in love
Everyone laughs
The more they hide, the more open
Their laughs are always suggestive
People in love
Wish all are
In love.
***
Lunar eclipse
The moon is eaten away,
Lunar eclipse, I heard that…
Don’t worry about me
The moon is still there, just because it’s hidden
And not even hidden
With the sun
The moon is the same with the universal line
– Really, is the moon still a moon?
– Yes, it’s just that the two are mixing together!
***
Nude bath at the stream
The stream through the Muong has dried up
I came back with the forest rain
Yesterday, the stream water was happy
Last night the stream sang the happy season
Dear you, this place is private
This place is sparse
I will bathe at that stream
– That fairy stream welcomes us
Look, flowers and trees on both sides are dancing
Look, good birds sing on the hills
– Don’t sing
Let do the white skins in the pure sun sing
– Don’t dance
Let do hairpieces playing around the stream dance
Look, the shoulders
My mountain breast singing love songs
Look the hair look the nape look bare hands
Wrap us in a smooth vortex
Don’t play water too much
Look, the dress on your head is wet
Also don’t be shy
Don’t make me passionate
The fairy stream
I take a bath
Being a fairy
We become fairies.
***
Lullabis for the expatriate
Away so many sleeps
Away from the warmth of mother’s hands
Move around a lot
Looking forward to you come back
Immense and empty in four sides
On the field is the cinnamon shade, next to the banyan shade
I lull you to sleep all the hard ways
I lull you to forget all the precarious afternoons
I lull you to forget floating mornings
Restless afternoons, bumpy nights
Deep love, honor respect, good sleep
Keep the fire, cherish the warmth and dispel the ice.
***
The call
Dawn
Dawn
You call
Sunset
Sunset
I remind
So bright days in each other
I’m not afraid of the day apart.
You no longer worry
Long time of this life
Morning call
The day is not lost
Afternoon call
Night does not wander
The call
Dear
No more lost each other
Human life.
***
A tick
Just met a tick
Close to each other a tick
Apart for a tick
In a limited long poem
How many ticks are our days?
How hot is love of ticks?
Don’t tick to burn my time
Don’t tick to eat my love
Don’t tick mine
Human life!
***
A date
Blur dawn
Late afternoon
She sings while walks
What song, what tune is unclear
Only he knows
Only he understands
The funny rhythms of the song
She stops at a grove and breaks a leaf
She stops by a flower to sniff
She sets to lyrics on the tree and flower
She thinks of love songs
Endlessly
Passionately
Blur dawn
Late afternoon
She goes
Up the slope
The skirt embroidered with butterfly wings that follows rhythmic steps
The scarf on shoulder flutters her feet
The brocade waistband is bright with dyed color
Likely she is bright of spring.
***
The imagination
He is in tight plaid pants
Riding on a young horse
Climbing up to mountain
She wears a Muong-style skirt and shirt that covers her breasts
Her embroidered scarf flies
Wet eyes, dimpled smile
On the slope
She is waving
The young horse does not tired
Slope direction
Just riding
He and she laugh
Fainting
Tired
Hard
Releasing bodies
On a stone…
Surrounding
The season is waking up
***
A poetic method and love
What a poetic method for getting poetry soar?
Day by day you search
The world for thousands of refuge lifetimes
Modern – Postmodern
Diligence of you
Random
Poetic truth
I am dull and don’t care far higher
Just let be as childhood
Just keep my youth heart
Earnestness with golden love
Earnestness will return to the dark purple
That love you at night at morning at noon and at afternoon
Just like that, an eager color
The justice path of the poetic method
Find for me
The love method
The unclear love
Do I know or no?
***
The sleeping enticement
Oh, the forest sound is immense
Oh, the stream sound is sweet
The fragrance from thousands of depth
Lull you to sleep
Forget the feeling of days away
Forget the visualization deep night
In the night autumn of love integrated
We come back to sleep together
Don’t say anything harshly
Don’t listen to uncomfortable words
The sleep comes like a child
Be good in the harmony night
Please sleep at one home
Please dream at the same door
Please don’t miss this sleep
The lullaby rhythm to autumn.
***
The add
Add trees among the dense forest
Pick up a handful of water to add the clear stream
Add clouds to the stormy sky
Add leaves to the canopy, add flowers to the forest
I add fits to the break
Add me to the twilight of the love boat.
***
The season of leaves
Trees used to bloom thousands of flowers
Calling unlimited bees and butterflies
Trees used to fruit
Calling fragrant lips
Trees used to shadow
Many people rely on their shades
I come back, trees turn the autumn
Far from the fruit crop season
I come back to rely on the autumn wind
Trees in the fragrant season of leaves
I cosset on my hands
The season of leaves is peaceful
I receive in eyes of leaves
The affectionate of loves
Trees of ten years ago
We are not ours yet
Leaves of ten years later
We love the last season together
People of ten years old
Was someone’s beauty
People of ten autumns later
Are our love in the season of leaves
The season of leaves is so exciting
We hold the handful season.
***
The awaken incense
Forgotten from a past life
The incense vase was silent
Sealed from the previous life
The forgotten incense itself is scented
We mistook to touch each other
The incense vase was broken awake
We fell into each other
In the scented incense
The scent spread on the hair and skin
The scent soaked in the breath
The scent incubated in warm words
Wrapped in soft arms.
***
My heart loves the past season
A poem bloomed from the last season
Bringing to show the beauty this autumn
Reminding the entanglement of the past
Saying the sweet words of the love days
Thought that bamboo shoots had just woken up
Thought the season had just woken up
The words of the bamboo shoot picker in that days
Chopping the bamboo tube, weaving baskets
Who made the bamboo shoots budding?
Who urged the bamboo shoots to become bamboo?
To hurt a season of bamboo shoots
Just missed a young bamboo season
The lyrics are not beauty now
My heart still loves the past season
Cannot fix my heart, can I
I sit in pain the far wound
***
Dear lover!
Dear lover, it’s amidst of winter
You are still in thin shirt
Outside, the field wind is blowing
Where can you hide the thin shape!
Dear lover, it’s amidst of winter
You are still single
The forest is far and cold tonight
You curled up alone
Dear lover, when will you
No longer afraid of the cold in winter
You can warm me during the coal fire season
I add firewood to burn love whole winter
***
Written in Tu Thuc cave
An ancient fairy dared to descend to the earth
Ancient people marked the way once in the fairyland.
I did not have flying wings
No one leads the match to the paradise area
Dreams of gold in hands
A fatal try to identify the gold.
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