Nhuan LeXuan Poems
|122.||The Day That Went Down Late -new-||5/23/2018|
|123.||A Melody -new-||5/23/2018|
|124.||The Right To Vote||10/22/2004|
|125.||This Half Of Mine -new-||5/23/2018|
|126.||Migrant Birds' Song -new-||5/23/2018|
|127.||Grant Me A Smile||12/2/2004|
|128.||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 ...
Phuong is still in me like in my dreaming years.
He that loves, his beauty how he heartily spheres!
That flamboyant-colored dress now dust blurs,
In the old school-yard my tearful memory recurs.