Nhuan LeXuan Poems
|121.||In Memory Of My Father||6/18/2005|
|123.||My Life For My Mom's Laughter||5/8/2005|
|124.||The Six-Year-Old Girl||5/23/2018|
|125.||Grant Me A Smile||12/2/2004|
|126.||The Right To Vote||10/22/2004|
|127.||My Old Age||11/24/2015|
|129.||Under The Purple Flowers||11/4/2004|
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Under The Purple Flowers
In the purple flowers’ shade
You kissed me the first kiss.
The moon lit its light of jade;
The cicadas sang their song of bliss.
Then, time passed fast and blind;
You went to your studies above
Leaving the purple flowers behind
With such a dreamlike love.
In each letter sent to the old place
You said you still missed this start
With the purple flowers of grace
And this young and true heart.
I have come back each day alone
To see the old flowers obsess
And hear the cicadas groan;
I feel such a vague distress.
I have nurtured ...
Thank You, America!
Thank you, America! for rescuing us from hell,
Humble humans deprived of all rights to life.
In our old country our enemies cruelly quell
Laborers, intellects, revolutionaries, monks alike.
Thank you, America! for teaching us systematism
By which military is only a part of attribution.
In our late republic existed militarism
Causing dictatorship to erode the constitution.