A short story in Vietnamese by Nguyễn Văn Thiện Translator: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm (link Blog) Art: Đinh Trường Chinh NECROPOLIS Separated by a small path, a park suddenly popped up next to a Necropolis of zombies. The best architects were hired to take care of the new development. Innumerable exotic flora and fruit trees were… Leer más NECROPOLIS
A poem in Vietnamese by Vàng A Giang Translator: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm (link blog) Art: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm Ten years I’ve been waiting for you If you will not show I will turn into a tree in the forest So your parents may come and cut me down turn me into pillars, into… Leer más Waiting
A poem in Vietnamese by Hoàng Xuân Sơn Translator: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm Photographer: Đinh Trường Chinh t h e j o u r n a l . I’m always running inside the oddity domain of my brain legs of an ostrich – heart of an alezan stallion searching for a hint of spring… Leer más t h e j o u r n a l
A poem in Vietnamese by Lê Vĩnh Tài Translator: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm Art: Đinh Trường Chinh đi qua chiến tranh by Đinh Trường Chinh words of a wheat field 1. I am wheat I cry, I am crying once again they have left your death at my feet oh why, why would we cry… Leer más words of a wheat field
(Blog) A poem in Vietnamese by Đinh Trường Chinh Translator: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm Thơ at I-95 going the distance through sections of the forest clatter of dusk stints of rain go go through all that past father was a mountain mother was just there a cloud in passing – dusk drifting seamlessly through the… Leer más Thơ at I-95
ĐÊM VÀ NHỮNG KHÚC RỜI – there’s no point of view that could possibly surpass the summer (4) By Lê Vĩnh Tài, translation by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm NIGHT & THE CONTINUING FALLING VERSES OF… (4) Translation October 2019, revised August 2020, February 2022. (prologue) the poem spinning around the poet’s head like Buddha’s halo. each… Leer más NIGHT & THE CONTINUING FALLING VERSES
A peom in Vietnamese by Đinh Trường Chinh, translation by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm I see people not by the colour of their skin I see people not by the colour of their eyes I see people not by their vernacular I see people not by their sex I see people not by their hair… Leer más Đinh Trường Chinh | I see people not by the colour of their skin (45)
By Vũ Ngọc Giao, translation by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm *with my other namesakes . I’m sitting side by I in the echoes of a crackling waterfall spilling into dusk . there in a staggering moment the saddest of birdsong the tweets of a lifetime ! . December 2020 Vũ Ngọc Giao, the Vietnamese musician… Leer más DRINKING ALONE
By Nguyễn Hưng Quốc, translation by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm (link Blog) Vietnamese literature in exile is more or less the result of us constantly looking back; “In search of lost time” like Proust, letting go of a rich culture “miệt vườn” is no way an easy task, it requires conviction and aptitude. When Vietnamese… Leer más LIVE AND WRITE LIKE PEOPLE IN EXILE
One day when hate is nothing but a mist Blinding will be the Eastern stars across the night sky Father will return with sea and country in his arms Feet up, limbs abandoned The single vow of father and son will be to play day and night Chasing the ageless clouds Autumn bursting, grey hair… Leer más Nguyễn Đức Sơn| One day (14)
By Lê Vĩnh Tài, translation by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm Ukraine thou art the recipient of fire and bullets the recipient of blood spiltsparing humanity of retribution?.thour art the recipient of the slow-exploding landminesthee dying twiceto thy very bone marrow the smoulderingthe blistering phosphorus burns.thou art the recipient of ghostly spectresthe entire horizon flashingthou needing… Leer más Lê Vĩnh Tài | AN EPIC ODE OF UKRAINE – 42/43 –
We present for you to meet our collaborating authors — j re crivello Editor I was born 1971, Phu Nhuan, Saigon, Vietnam. My family and I were a part of the first exodus of boat people after the Vietnam war. In March 1981, we settled in Sydney, Australia. I graduated with a bachelor of Pharmacy… Leer más Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm |
By Phạm Hiền Mây, translation by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm STAY STRONG, HAVE FAITH, BELIEVE… ! oh baby in pink and blue, under a sky drape in grey in blinding gun powder, fire, dust and smoke shouldering plastic guns, a nation under threat mention not, the decision to leave, teddy’s your friend . us, the… Leer más Phạm Hiền Mây | STAY STRONG, HAVE FAITH, BELIEVE (6)
By Lê Vĩnh Tài, translated by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm GRASS, RARELY WRITES POETRY OF SUBSTANCE… it is simply green . a pair butterfly wings flapping a whole day wrapped in romance . the constant unfurling of sunlight grass losing a whole day braiding every strand the way she would lose an entire night styling… Leer más Lê Vĩnh Tài | GRASS, RARELY WRITES POETRY OF SUBSTANCE… (324)
By Lê Vĩnh Tài, translated by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm (Link blog) the yellow flowers were delirious the stars were crying because of the horrible way I fell in love with you you were caught red-handed in the light in a January kiss, in a dream filled with cigarette smoke no one had the nerve… Leer más Lê Vĩnh Tài | the yellow flowers were delirious (319)
William Butler Yeats [1865-1939] is one of Irelands most revered poets and playwrights. Lê Vĩnh Tài, the Vietnamese poet and translator born 1966 in Buon Ma Thuot, Daklak, Vietnam. The retired doctor is still a resident of the Western Highlands, a businessman in Buon Ma Thuot. The Choice The intellect of man is forced to… Leer más The Choice by William Butler Yeats
Huy Cận (31/5/1919 – 19/2/2005) born Cù Huy Cận, born in An Phu commune, Dương Sơn District, Hà Tĩnh, passed away in Hanoi, a poet, a political activist, a member of Vietnam Writers Association since 1957. Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm, the poet and translator, born 1971 in Phu Nhuan, Saigon, Vietnam. The pharmacist currently lives… Leer más Huy Cận | Endless love (1) #poetry
By Tô Thuỳ Yên, translation by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm (Link) The empty café Heading there, perhaps for a date A date with whom I can’t remember Heading there, a desiccated heart the hollowness of a ball Grasping exhaustingly at earthly cravings This afternoon was harsh with sunlight… This afternoon was heavy with rain… The… Leer más Tô Thuỳ Yên | The empty café
Quách Thoại(1930-1957)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,… Leer más Quách Thoại | After the house burnt down (13)
By Lê Vĩnh Tài, translation by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm Tibet you’re firm in the saddle your happiness ached missing even joy you shan’t simply fulfil the long chain of absent Mahayana? Hinayana not exactly gone the storm a past life you shall be more than mystical more than the cypress you shan’t possibly be… Leer más Lê Vĩnh Tài | TIBET (6/10)
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