Born Đoàn Thoại in Hue, Vietnam. He loved Tagore from an early age, at 18 he left for Saigon and was a freelancer for newspapers like Đoàn kết, Làm dân. Within two years became the General Secretary for Nguồn sống. He was a dreamer, generous, and lived life to its fullest. Addicted to opium, he died in hospital alone from tuberculosis.
Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm, the poet and translator, born 1971 in Phu Nhuan, Saigon, Vietnam. The pharmacist currently lives and works in Western Sydney, Australia.
After the house burnt down What poem should I pen today A poem after the house burnt down After there’s nothing left After all that how can I write A poem of passion After all that how can I laugh As though there’s no such thing as bitterness Poured still the spring sunlight The flowers precarious(upon the branches) The last dynasty has fallen The universe now has meaning So what if I’m a beggar So what if you’re sickly If you die you die My love crowned a beauty queen just Amidst the city of Paris Gosh(I can’t believe it) you’re already an artist After one odd production Me raising a glass of cold water thinking it’s fragrant wine I forget I was alone In my bedazzled view of humanity Allow me please the belief Humanity shall forge forth Persist in wondrous evolution And that this very night I may soundly sleep(a wish come true) Sleep without sadness or nightmare Sleep like the average person Sleep And not remember a single thing. (October 2021)
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