Pham Thi Phuong Thao
Born in 1959 in Lao Cai, she is member of Vietnamese Writers’ Association and Vietnamese Literature and Art Association of Ethnic Minorities. Her 16 literature books, including poetry, prose, memoir, children’s poetry and bilingual poetry, have been published. Pham Thi has won 5 awards for poetry; she is champion of Slam Poetry co-organized by the French Embassy and the International Institute of Francophonie in 2018; second prize for Vietnamese – English bilingual poetry collection “Love as the last one” in December 2018 organized by Sun Flower-book Media and Book Company.
The wind writing on lotus leaves!
Remembering the past summer
The autumn hair is still attaching on a lotus leaf…
Remembering the warm seasons
Autumn returns in its cold breeze of the green sticky rice …
Our Hanoi
The wind pens
Writing green on the leaves
The wind lulls me in the distance days
The characters burst to fly
Like birdwings that do not get tired
The wind is not willing unwittingly…
The wind buds call the autumn on leaf eyes
And who’s singing deep in the distant seasons?
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The dew eye
Beautiful, sad, glittering and transparent
Drops of night are still existing on eyes of the leaves!
Raising the autumn drop in hands
Touching the distant seasons…
Sweet autumns
Happy autumns
Suffering autumns
Bitter autumns…
The dew eye is suddenly bursting
Blooming drops and drops of flowers!
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The dew pond!
Remembering the lotus, remembering Tay Ho pond
Remembering the look of an old afternoon
This season, the lotus calls for autumn
So close yet so far away!
Passionate wind breeze
Blurred, dreamy eyes
Autumn coming in August, the season cherishes the green sticky rice
Next to the old lotus leaves, still fragrant by the green sticky rice
The lotus call autumn
Drooping leaves
Wilting stalks.
In the middle of the lotus pond
Melting a bud!
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Ha Noi!
Greening me by a dream of leaf arch
Co Ngu shirt is gently covering on autumn
Sleepless night in Dong Xuan
Long Bien arms hug tightly the bank
The wind of Red River bends the old dike
The dew awakes up all night at Truc Bach Lake
Not just thirty-six streets
The chaos and pain of Ke Cho
Thang Long long hair, willow falling in the past …
Ho Guom eyes tonight
I smile in the cold
“Hanoi thousand drops of night melting…”
Fragrant alstonia scholaris are full of dilute dew color
The wind slowly chases footsteps of cyclo riders…
They carry full of the night
Carrying the desires of four directions
Carrying all four seasons through the sunny and windy Red River
Ho Tay lotus love those who drop the fragrance of green sticky rice in early autumn
And the young girl smile blows continuously since summer
From a flower seller carries hardship all the time
Landing on the poetry page…
Hanoi is near
Dark purple night by lagerstroemia floribunda
Hanoi is far
Keep loving and remembering
Hanoi is you, the early thunder of the season is very young
Hanoi is me, clearly autumn eyes smiling
Hanoi, thousand years
Sedimentary Thang Long soul
Tonight suddenly bursting
Moving joyfully
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Your river!
Season by season with much alluvium
Full of delta in the heart
The river stays young forever
My eyes are left open…
Embracing the whole delta
Listening to the sang river
Shoulders are full of windy in the afternoon
Leaves lull the fluttered season…
Young trees wave to greet
Hanoi, the season of blue leaves
The wind kisses Long Bien Bridge
Listening to the passionate river season
Don’t say goodbye
Tears flow inside
The bank is still blue green
The bridge is still connecting to the line!
A very clear autumn
Waiting for the yellow sunshine, new green sticky rice
River shadows, quiet streams
Your river season is far away!
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A poetry dedicated to autumn!
Chasing the birdwings away
She sketches the afternoon by the winds
And whose singing voice so close…
The woman in love with autumns!
She draws old hands
And autumn fingers are still passionate the warm
Drawing a gentle autumn breath
And whose eyes are hot, so close…
Autumns passing, bitterly and happily
Warm and icy
Only the singing remains!
And in heart, autumn rustles the fallen yellow leaves
She silently watches the autumn beginning to change to new clothes
The wind! it is still blowing so sweet…
Night!
Only remaining transparent autumn drops
Quietly falling!
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The sound of dawn
Awaken me was the countless sound of birds chirping
The symphony echoes the mountain and forest
The sounds tear off the dew behind the door
Chip Chiu, Chip Chiu, birdsong, so far
Thousands of drops of vermilion are wet and transparent in the early morning…
Like yesterday
The flock of birds sang together as if never sang before
The concert without a conductor
No need anyone to listen
Then they all fly away
The beauty resounds to the horizon…
In me, growing thickly the highland thorny grass
Looking up at the cliff
No trace of bird left
Only remaining the desires to fly freely.
Resounding in me
A lonely sad song
Resounding passionately and anxiously…
The flock of birds have incarnated on the mission of dawn
Only the last birdsong
The sound of the bird leaving its choir
Attaching on the day
Pain like a bite…
***
Sunshine!
Sunshine jokes
The opposite way
I pass
Poetry season
Flashing
Fading
Sad hair…
Autumn cold breeze
Sunshine shirt covering
Season of love
Poetry sunshine
Spreading
A road
Far away…
Many seasons
Yellow sunshine
In me
Night hair
Rustling
Dew
Drunk lightly…
The compassion
Dispelling a little bit
Autumn cold breeze
October
Incubating
Sunshine
Drunk fingers
Season is coming
Poetry sunshine
Life is busy
With passion?
The loneliness
Is proud
The way back
Only me!
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Da Lat – Autumn and I!
I am
In sunshine dress
Cloud towel
Covering Da Lat!
Autumn
Is tender
Sunny eyes
Misty hair…
Afternoon
In Da Lat
White cloud
Overflowing the mountain town
Pine hair
Falling down with the sky…
The color
Of Da Lat
Flavoring!
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The green swan!
I glance to the pond
The green lotus dress is shadowing
Slim legs
Imprinting on the waving background
The green swan on eyes of the season…
The female swans hidden on the poetry waves
Tiptoeing in the lotus dance
Sunset with red water shadow
Lotus lips are pinking…
There is a swan in a brown dress with blue eyes
Sparkling with the pond
Watching the couples holding their hands
Drunk with old lotus season
Forgot my age…
The green swan
Gliding on the lotus pond at night
In the dance of the cestrum parqui
In an impermanent life
Am I existing or lost in an illusion?
Getting off the clothes
Lotus hair or night hair?
The green swan is still gliding on the water shadow
Ho Tay leaves every trace of the moon
Waking up to call for the green season!
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The limit
Early morning
Sounds like waves on the street roofs
The old woman
The fingers passionately caress the time
The piano resounds like a stream
White hair
The wool scarf falls freely
Soft hands glide over the keyboard
Resounding the human love songs
The music
Opening up a new day
The street
Opening up a horizon
Can’t hear the passing footsteps
Nor can’t see the sound of yellow leaves falling
Only the sound of chasing on engrossed fingers
Drawing in space…
And the limit
Is all unlimited things.
***
When the flow is not water
Listen to the sound of streams
Sing the song of the forest
Whispering thousands of years of gravel life…
Listen to the river
Floating alluvial drops
The sand rhythm of thousands of years of sediment…
Listen to the sound of white waves crashing on the shore
The ocean epic lasts endlessly
Thousand-year tidal dance melts into the wind…
I hear the sound of streams, rivers and ocean waves
The flows are flowing through the space
Resounding the song of the wind, the sunshine, the gravel, the sand and the waves…
There are underground circuits that still pass through the time
Endless reincarnation continues of the life and death
The beauty of withering and blooming and glittering under the moon…
In the depth
The flow is not water.
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