Phan Thanh gian
Phan Thanh gian Poems
|81.||Rumination After Rumination||1/12/2010|
|82.||Guide Dog And Master||2/28/2009|
|84.||My Last Twenty||8/18/2006|
|85.||Life Is A Beach...||9/9/2008|
|86.||Je Veux Savourer La Lune||10/28/2009|
|87.||My Dearest Son, When You Grow Up...||1/10/2009|
|88.||Spring Of Autumn (In High Park)||4/20/2005|
|89.||Courage My Friends, Courage...||5/1/2010|
|90.||Et Si Je L'Embrasse...||8/8/2009|
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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 ...
Elusive as a snow hare in a blizzard
In my dreams, I had you in my grasp!
Awake and you vanish in thin air.
To control you, is akin to quench my thirst,
Your shadow drowns in my hungry tears
Even the Universe could not escape your wrath,
A meek mortal as I,
Fought in vain... only to perish!
Destiny, how powerful are thee?