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The Sun Calls The Poet – A Bouquet of Poems from Vietnam

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The Sun Calls The Poet – A Bouquet of Poems from Vietnam

Nguyen Xuan Duong, an eminent poet from Vietnam, a country known as the Land of Blue Dragon, shares his three poems

tác giả Nguyễn Xuân DươngNguyen Xuan Duong, a poet from Vietnam, is Former General Director of Hugaco, Chairman of Hugaco. Currently, he is the Head of the Poetry Department of Hung Yen Province’s Culture and Arts Association. He is author of 5 poetry collections published separately and 2 co-published poetry collections.

THE SUN CALLS THE POET

The sun is up! Joyful spring

Sparkling warm drops in the fresh dew

 

The swallow wings flutter happily in the sky

Spring roads are busy with bustling steps

Faith brightens spirit

The desire to achieve the goal of peace and powerful country

The poet – Thien My – a good example

Let “Culture illuminate nation’s paths”*

*”Culture illuminate nation’s paths“* – Uncle Ho’s words at the Cultural Conference on November 26, 1946

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Vietnam Tet CelebrationAFTERNOON OF THE YEAR END

Rain falls on the afternoon of the year end

Yellow leaves cover on roofs

A glimpse is for the distance

Sad drops are deep in my nostalgic eyes

 

On the afternoon of the year end

Bird wings hastily fly in the wind

Mother’s figure waits in front of the alley

Urge the feet walking quickly

 

On the afternoon of the year end

Peach branches are in someone hands in the street

To welcome people back from far away

Blush in cheeks

 

On the afternoon of the year end

The dyke is silent to listen to the waves crashing

To connect love words on both sides

Waiting for bare shoulders on the grass.

 

Spring waits in front of the door

Nostalgia on the afternoon of the year end!

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society-vietnamWHOLE LIFE

Because you are the Muse

So, I am drunk on words

Because I meet you in autumn

To keep nostalgia so long.

 

Please compensate for me,

One word “Love”, my dear!

It’s all right to give it silently

Poetry meaning is worth thousands of words.

 

Let me be a wind

To take me, a drifting cloud

We wander to the time

At the beginning of a mountain or the end of the sky.

 

Forget days and months

Only poetry, poetry!

Love you, love the words

We are together forever.

(English version by HFT)

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