Beautiful Woman
by Lò Ngân Sún: Beautiful woman face like snow / That feels hot when you touch it
Vietnamese
Gifts
by Ỳ Nhi: One day / he brought her a small paper bag
My Stepmother
When my stepmother first came, her eyes were sharp and bright as little knives. Her youth and my childhood ran into each other–she was the victor. Although my father was still alive, I felt orphaned, depressed and alone, crying by myself, grew up alone. In the first years of peace, everyone drifted. My father went …
Pair of Shoes
by Nguyễn Quyén: My future lives come to me in dreams / Come silently with torn soles.
Smell of Rain or Poem of M.
by Hoàng Hùng : All the tears of the world surround our house tonight. / You lie against me and the rain is falling
Standing Before You
Standing before you I am the mouse before the rice jar I am the bear before the tree, a hive full of honey high in the branches I am the tiger ready to pounce on his food But I am not a mouse Not a bear Also not a tiger Standing before you I am …
Night Train
The train runs rhythmically through the night The wheels sound like the hooves of horses Night spreads out thickly around the train a breathing animal Parallel rails Pull me through the night I want to know; How many miles through the night? How long is the night? I will not sleep And will measure the …
Meadow
She is a small calf With eyes as deep as her mother’s. The rain of the early July morning Stirs the mud around her heavy hooves Releasing the thick smell of mud and last year’s dung. This flesh that her mother cares for They treat with whips and boughs With shovels and hoe handles With …
Lap Zuy
Now it is time for mother to be rid of mourning by hanging it on the young moon Lap Zuy waddles like a bird Walking around on his pink feet the child hangs onto his stuffed bear a mother’s dream While her son sleeps the young woman embarrasses herself thirsting for things she wants while …
My stepmother
When my stepmother first came, her eyes were sharp and bright as little knives. Her youth and my childhood ran into each other – she was the victor. Although my father was still alive, I felt orphaned, depressed and alone, crying by myself, grew up alone. In the first years of peace, everyone drifted. My …
Poem for the Year of the Buffalo
I was born in the year of the buffalo A year that brings many troubles A buffalo toils all year round Works hard but never grumbles When I was very small I walked With my buffalo to the village fields Green grass, high flying kites Buffalo and I would daydream There was so much wind …
The Soldier
On the way from one battlefield to another the soldier passes a city. The crowded and noisy city turns out before him very quietly the trees stand in silent lines along the streets the tram seems to flow through the narrow street without making a sound it runs so fast many people walk quietly beneath …
Woman Writers
by Lý Lan Each of us has her own bedroom and study but Susan and I share a bathroom. Once she opened the door and found me standing naked before the mirror. I saw her many times putting on makeup and please do not reveal this dying her hair and massaging the wrinkles in her …
Eleven Parts of Feelings
(Translated by Martha Collins) I My heart beats in the first spring, On the vanished paths of my childhood. A human call is running Along the edges of sleeping grass; I am hurting with my first hurt. I hide a sexless love behind The flap of a schoolboy’s shirt. On a day when my mother’s …
The Man Who Came Back
by Hoàng Hùng: He came back from that far country / to find his wife in tears all night and his children bewildered all day
Nguyễn Quyén
Poetry International V
“Pair of Shoes”
Thanh Nguyên
Poetry International V
“My Stepmother”
Hoàng Hùng
Poetry International V
“Smell of Rain or Poem of M.”
“The Man Who Came Back”
Lâm Thị Mỹ Dạ
Poetry International V
“Poem for the Year of the Buffalo”
Thahn Nguyên
Poetry International V
“My Stepmother”