THE WRITERS POST

(ISSN: 1527-5467)
the magazine of Literature & Literature-in-translation.

VOLUME 13 NUMBER 1

JUL 2011

  

                    

                  

                 DIEP TRUNG HA

                ___________________________________________

 

                 two poems by DIEP TRUNG HA

 

 

 

 

                                  Perspective

                                      (Inspired by Octavio Paz’s “Viento, agua, piedra”)

 

                             Water hollows stone.

                             But to stone:

                             Stone arrests water.

 

                             Stone stops wind.

                             But to wind:

                             Wind assaults stone.

 

                             Wind scatters water.

                             But to water:

                             Water whirls wind.

 

                             Stone, wind, water.

                             Only to itself:

                             Does it matter.

 

                                     DIỆP TRUNG HÀ

                                     December, 1998

 

 

 

                                    Waiting for customers

 

Translated by DIỆP TRUNG HÀ

                                                (The form of Nguyên Sa’sĐợi khách

                                                – the number of syllables in a line –

                                                                   is preserved in translation.)

 

                             You stand on the bare street’s corner

Like wild flowers in the dense woods

The silken skin’s sad in darkness

The stunning eyes dim all stars

 

Waiting for someone, not a date,

To sell him all delightfulness 

Remains of the fast spent flower

Offering your lips dried of sweetness

 

Tired in the night, moist blurry eyes

The cheek on the pillow, ashamed,

Face in the stranger, vastly cold,

Small hands idle like being lost

 

You stand on the bare street’s corner

Johns are lost at twilight, you hear

Footsteps waning at a distance

Shattering all lingering hope

 

The stranger’s lost his way in the night

Walks woozily, shattering the moonlight

You long for like a guarded thing

A sad love with last drops of wine

 

Time’s long weighed heavy since the time

The bare hand trembling in a dream first

Received dough for shared bed and board

You cried, for the pistil was crushed

 

The night’s waning, my dear hooker

Waits in the night, the port’s asleep

Eyes a home still lit, then hastens

The scarf over the cold shoulders …

 

                                          DIEP TRUNG HA

                                          September 2010

 

 

 

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VOLUME 13 ISSUE 1 JAN 2011

 

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