Nhuan LeXuan Poems
|121.||Hot Tears For Dad||6/17/2015|
|122.||My Life For My Mom's Laughter||5/8/2005|
|124.||In The Morning Wind||6/25/2019|
|126.||The Six-Year-Old Girl||5/23/2018|
|128.||The Right To Vote||10/22/2004|
|129.||Grant Me A Smile||12/2/2004|
|130.||My Old Age||11/24/2015|
|131.||Under The Purple Flowers||11/4/2004|
Comments about Nhuan LeXuan
“Parents’ merits like the sky and the sea always remain,
But children’s repayment is about to boast and complain.”
That is the abounding habit of behavior so bad:
How such feeling is depressed! How such way is sad!
Who gave birth to you, do you have the heart to forget?
Who brought you up, how can you have neglected as yet?
Fathers’ flesh-and-blood love, one should not ignore.
Of Mothers’ dedication, nobody should think no more.
Nurturance does not naturally care about nescience,
But one ought not to slight any emotional experience:
Since being born, the ...
ON that old day – How could it be neglected?
The scientist Bruno went on to the pyre
As if he was taking a stroll, unaffected;
He re-affirmed to the frenzied abusers of fire:
“The Earth is round, in that Truth I trust
Although my body has to turn into dust! ”
The fanatics determined the earth was square
As from their gods and saints they had learned;