Phan Thanh gian
Phan Thanh gian Poems
|82.||My Last Twenty||8/18/2006|
|84.||Je Veux Savourer La Lune||10/28/2009|
|85.||Life Is A Beach...||9/9/2008|
|86.||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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'Five for two dollars, two for one! '
Yelled the ones in straw hat
Men, women: aged, riped as the vegetables they sell
Wilted, weathered, leathery, tanned melon skin.
Twenty five below in February, well or sick,
Sunday, Easter, Christmas: everyday they toiled
By their stands at the street corner, they always stood.
'Lettuce, chilli pepper, spearmint! '
Very few foreign words, living in a foreign land.
They have crossed the countless rivers of tear,
Overcame mountains of back-breaking chores.
Have yet any regrets for the gut wrenching farewells,
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