Thanh-Thanh NhuanLe Poems

Since the beginning – the earth full of dust,
The forbidden fruit in Eden still on the tree –
Our first ancestors ventured to eat it. Gee,
Doting on Eve, Adam sinned after love to lust!
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The sky has turned grey and the weather cold,
It mildly drizzles like the kind of rain in Hue of old.
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The late rose,
Glowing with sun tints, making pink lips tipsy,
This afternoon to open finally chose.
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Oh Ha Long Bay, under the clouds, as imposing as e’er,
Like a sea dragon from the ocean to have appeared there,
With its sweet stream, sailboats slowing down for miles
To contemplate picturesque stalactites, water circling isles.
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“Dad’s merit is immense like Mount Everest! ”
That verse since a child I had known with zest,
But now heard again makes tears start to my eyes.
My country has been half of my life in hard times,
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Oh flocks of birds over the withered woods that fly
and hordes of horses that waver in the fields so dry!
Wake up right now and from now on, you all,
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Over twenty eight years in exile, haven't I been?
One more spring has already returned.
So great emotions arise with each soft breath;
How can I express all joy and sorrow I am concerned!
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If you feel like lazy, lie down at home freely;
What use to visit, some minutes adds nothing really.
Eyes are closed. Body cold. Skin bluish pale.
Even vermilion/paint applied: still dark deep stale.
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Mom is still laborious in her native land to stay;
The Mother's Day is therefore a merely trivial day.
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I AM STILL INDEBTED


I am still indebted to my ancestors and nation.
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