Ho Xuan Huong

(1772 - 1822 / Nghệ An Province)

Ho Xuan Huong Poems

1. Snail 5/2/2012
2. Lamenting Widow 5/2/2012
3. Wasps 5/2/2012
4. Floating Sweet Dumpling 5/2/2012
5. The Temple Of Fragrance 5/2/2012
6. Viewing Cac-Co Cavern 4/16/2010
7. Swinging 4/16/2010
8. Confession Iii 4/16/2010
9. The Cake That Drifts In Water 4/16/2010
10. To A Couple Of Students Who Were Teasing Her 4/16/2010
11. Day Sleeping Girl 4/16/2010
12. Picking Flowers 4/16/2010
13. Water-Bailing 4/16/2010
14. The Fan 4/16/2010
15. Three-Mountain Pass 4/16/2010
16. Day And Night 4/16/2010
17. On Sharing A Husband 4/16/2010
18. Autumn Landscape 4/16/2010
19. Weaving At Night 4/16/2010
20. Spring-Watching Pavilion 4/16/2010
21. The Jackfruit 1/13/2003

Comments about Ho Xuan Huong

  • Tony Nyen (11/25/2009 5:05:00 PM)

    On Sharing a Husband

    Screw the fate that makes you share a man.
    One cuddles under cotton blankets; the other's cold.
    Every now and then, well, maybe or maybe not,
    once or twice a month, oh, it's like nothing.
    You try to stick to it like a fly on rice
    but the rice is rotten. You slave like the maid,
    but without pay. If I had known how it would go
    I think I would have lived alone

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  • Tony Nyen (11/25/2009 5:05:00 PM)

    On Sharing a Husband

    Screw the fate that makes you share a man.
    One cuddles under cotton blankets; the other's cold.
    Every now and then, well, maybe or maybe not,
    once or twice a month, oh, it's like nothing.
    You try to stick to it like a fly on rice
    but the rice is rotten. You slave like the maid,
    but without pay. If I had known how it would go
    I think I would have lived alone

Best Poem of Ho Xuan Huong

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 rich juice will gush and stain your hands


Translated by Nguyen Ngoc Bich


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Day And Night

Peekaboo we used to play;
my hands covered my face,
your hands covered your face,
incredible, there we were gone.

That is what we play now, your
hands on my face and my hands
on your eyes. Incredible
how we disappear into each other.

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