Phan Thanh gian
Phan Thanh gian Poems
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Let's talk about the cannibals:
Not the naked ones with colourful wigs,
Who eat and drink the human flesh and blood
Not the ones we learned in textbooks
Whose tales you heard from far away land
In the deepest of south-east-asian jungles
Such exotic, barbaric acts are so trivial
Benign and confined to a few old tribes
Wouldn't even measure up to more sordid types
I'm talking about the man-eaters living closeby,
Who reside in the grandest of mansions,
Nestled among the greatest of nations
They read the finest books,
Extol the most ...
My Dearest Emile
Fragile poetic soul distressed by haunting verses
Alone in wintry, sombre Montreal nights
Your angelic wings spread, you travel in solitude
'Soir d'hiver', dare to read it alone without quiet tears!
O, how I wish to travel in Nelligan's 'Le Vaisseau d'Or'!
To venture in the poet's garden of fallen dreams...
How sweet sorrows caress, lull the mind into oblivion