Thanh-Thanh NhuanLe Poems

After the year two thousand, I will be still alive,
And so will other animals and worms.
There still will be vegetables and germs,
And mundane life as ever, rain or shine.
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If angels are sinless, so are as much babies.
How unjust to hold one liable for ancestral sin?
Angel is substance's nature, sin attribute's rabies
Sinners impregnate the character of growing kin.
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Women here did work. Your mom did too.
To her husband her livelihood was not due.
Each time she felt too satiated she got a divorce
In spite of lonesome children, without remorse.
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No, thank you, darling! But, I love you.
To overstep Pure Love, I do not do.
For both of us the utmost end to gain,
From ephemeral pleasure I must abstain.
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There still are many a thing
Science has not found the source.
Spirits: fairies? fiends? who’s the 'King'
To solely decide all life’s course?
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You asked me, “Whom are you looking for
While plenty are ready within your door? ”
− Oh, even the most insatiable dictator
For whom the whole world is forced to cater
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There seemed to be a bird-nest under the thatch roof;
I was pleased to hear the adult preen the young.
How I remember the bamboo cage I clasped as a kid
with little creatures to which my passionate eyes clung.
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From a far-away hardship-ridden country,
A war-ravaged native land sunk in welter,
My people, trying to survive troubled times,
Swallowed resentment to flee and seek shelter.
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the truck moved with much fag
carrying the last post of steel
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On that Tuesday morning
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