Ho Xuan Huong
Nghệ An Province


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The Jackfruit
I am like a jackfruit on the tree.
To taste you must plug me quick, while fresh:
the skin rough, the pulp thick, yes,
but oh, I warn you against touching --
The Fan
Are you seventeen or eighteen?(1)
Let me cherish you by all means.
Thin or thick you display a triangle, and
Spring-Watching Pavilion
A gentle spring evening arrives
airily, unclouded by worldly dust.
Weaving At Night
Lampwick turned up, the room glows white.
The looms moves easily all night long

as feet work and push below.
Autumn Landscape
Drop by drop rain slaps the banana leaves.
Praise whoever sketched this desolate scene:
Praise whoever raised these poles
for some to swing while others watch.
The Cake That Drifts In Water
My body is both white and round.
In water I may sink or swim.
The hand the kneads me may be rough,
But I still shall keep my true-red heart.
Day And Night
Peekaboo we used to play;
my hands covered my face,
your hands covered your face,
incredible, there we were gone.
On Sharing A Husband
Screw the fate that makes you share a man.
One cuddles under cotton blankets; the other's cold.
Viewing Cac-Co Cavern
Heaven and earth brought forth this rocky mass
its face cut by a deep crevasse

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