Quách Thoại | After the house burnt down (13)

Quách Thoại
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 


And not remember a single thing.


(October 2021)

Blog poesía Vietnamita Link

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