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1. MAY ĐỒ
Poetry by Tự Hàn
Each delicate thread
Pink, purple, red, green
You weave
Weave through destiny
On some days, just pink
Your lips vivid on the street
Mom said, in a tall house and narrow land, fragrance flies away
On some days, just purple
Your eyes dreamy
A cricket near a pumpkin on a sunny day
A lonely lullaby
On some days, just red
A heart burning with love
Leads you on a journey
Dad said, flames quickly extinguish
On some days, just green
The sky curves, drops of sunlight
The lake is truly calm
Leafy eyes
Now dad sleeps deeply in drunkenness
Now mom, a thousand clouds in her grace
Now bees forget their way
Stinging eyes
Only left
A black thread
Gloomy to the end
Sad to the end
Destiny
Who rings the wind chime
Have you measured the clouds connecting your dreams?
2. JOURNEYS OF THE LAST CARRIAGES
Poetry by Tự Hàn
Watching the last real journeys of
Leaving the year two thousand and nineteen
It seems I cried
It seems everyone cried
Tears pure and delicate, wetting the edge of worn-out hearts
But then, no time to think anymore
The moon's pearl circle
Has sprouted on the shaky green chest
What are you still waiting for
Spring has come, hanging in the wind's whisper
My body softened with every cold breath
Silence
Sorrow plays around the traces of dreams
A winter breaks
Watching the last real journeys
Leaving the year two thousand and nineteen
You, crystal clear beneath the innocent time
Mysterious moonlight innocence
Drinking the empty cup in the desolate wilderness
Who with a faint smile dreams of green
3. . THE WRAPPING OF CAKE
Poetry by Tự Hàn
Tonight is cold
Mother shivers arranging leaves
Sorrowful eyes
Blurred lines
Flesh
Mung beans
Tonight is cold
Mother huddles, tying cakes
Tying the ancestral duty
Tying her withering heart
Tonight is cold
Her children sleep early
Incense stick bare
Burning a lifetime of generosity
Father!
Return
Comfort an imagination
Father
Return
Mother shivers, wrapping cakes
Wrapping memories
Wrapping the trembling land and sky
4. THE STREET
Poetry by Tự Hàn
People follow me to the end of the street
The street lies indifferently at the end of winter
People follow me to the end of the street
A street within, cracked and vast
I look at people reclaiming a creek
They look at me, joy withering away
Why did you
Once bask in the sun
Why did I forget
A season of loving you
Twenty springs, hands rounding eyes
Twenty winters, feet frozen in silent tears
I look at people like a river gazing at a stream
They look at me like a stream admiring a river
A deep note holding back storms
People follow me to the end of the street
Shadows follow the form
Hands grasp emptiness
A street within a street
A sad street within a street
A silent season
A purple expansive season
5. MY HOMELAND!
Poetry by Tự Hàn
Homeland!
The Scarab beetle flies from the toil of mother's labor
The golden rice field still moist with drops of sweat
The Toad emerges from the muddy land of floods
Carefully early morning, drops of sunlight cradle life
Homeland!
Bamboo dust pierces rocks and pebbles
Yet burdened shoulders carry life with grace
The betel trees burn, tall and short
Yet lips are rosy, hands warm with affection
Homeland!
Rice paper dipped in fragrant sugar
While my sister's lips are red, her mouth sweetly beckons
The Vu Gia River hesitates
The Vu Gia River stays
Yet my sister's eyes cast nets a mile long
Homeland!
The Hong melon weighs down with fertile silt
That corn
That green daughter deep in waiting
Who ignites the evening sun arching over longing
The sound of the golden field and the flute carrying the moon dreaming
Homeland!
The termite mushroom wears the color of fresh soil
Calling forth green shoots to invite the spring
Cherry Blossom wine, soft on my sister's lips, beckoning
I pick clouds from the southern sky to warm the village moon!
6. WHEN SORROW LEAVES ME
Poetry by Tự Hàn
And one day sorrow departs from me
Leaving only a pristine home carrying dreams in emerald hues
Only the mercury eyes, drowning in the edge of lashes, remain
A few pink candles and the fragrance of Chocolate
Only
Only the wordless serenade beneath the dreamy moonlight of jade
The crowing rooster grasps the breath of the myriad night
Oh, sorrow!
And one day sorrow departs from me
Leaving only a silent street within a street
Left with you silently passing through me, evening tangled in reflections
I nail late regrets on the wings of emptiness
You nail your life on the destiny of one yearning
Listen to the night stirring
Green streets
Oh, sorrow!
And one day when sorrow leaves me
Passion spills over the endless river
Eyes within eyes, hands in hand in the realm of indifferent people
Feet step lightly
Lost in ecstasy
If one day
If one long, lingering day
You join me across the unconscious Nại Hà bridge
Touch the chamber of my heart pulsating in my chest
I reach for the sky with stretched arms
I grasp the earth with spread legs
Rebuild the sunset!...
7. TO THE WOMAN I ADORE
Poetry by Tự Hàn
What to write for the woman I adore
Who has carried the weight of sun and rain
Walked with me through half a life of storms
Picking up the fallen dust from the sparkling heavens
A kiss that shaped two little angels
My woman has no dreamy gaze
No obedient hands
No hair sworn to hide the fragrance of pomelo flowers
No shoulders ablaze with warm breath
No elegant makeup and a bee-waisted dress
My woman only has eyes filled with a melancholy gaze
Forgiving the mistakes of my restless youth
My woman, with hands full of warmth, sows virtues for life
Her untied hair breathes
Sweat on her lips, dedicated to husband and child
Cold nights, lean shoulders, alongside a husband lesson planning
Hearing her husband's heartbeat in the chambers of her heart
What to write for the woman I adore
When every language resigns, unable to express
When the drops of sweat from a challenging time
Touch the heart, springing forth into a song
Salty and spicy
Happiness
Peace
What to write for the woman I adore!
8. THE WIND
Poetry by Tự Hàn
Summoning the realm of secrets
The wind dresses the rocks in delicate drops
Calling forth solitude
The wind sings a lullaby with golden mustard flowers bidding farewell
Calling sorrow and trouble
The wind gently whispers with the sweet, motherly lullaby
Calling back memories
The wind sweeps away the shimmering, resounding sorrows
Calling to you
The wind stirs storms and sweetness, tears moistening the eyes
Calling life
Lying flat, the shadow of myself
On the green plain
On the bamboo shoots
Under the arch of clouds
In the high sky
The wind consumes itself
Like flames
The wind restrains
The loneliness
The wind wrestles
With life falling apart
The desolate wind
In a foreign land
The wind screams
Shackles
Unleashed
On the barren desert
The wind gathers moist clouds
Gathering enchantment
Supernatural
Returning to you
To me
To unfamiliar faces
To the sun
Clouds
Rivers
Returning to faith
Self
Forgiveness
The wind quiets itself
Shedding the worries of days gone by
The contemplative wind
For the days to come
The stormy wind
On the days you disappear
And
The wind lulls itself with carefree branches
The wind lulls itself with carefree branches
The wind lulls itself with carefree branches
9. A MOMENT SENT TO HUE
Verse by Self Han
Farewell, Hue! Don't squeeze my heart anymore
The autumnal breeze rustles, what's the use
Countless phoenix eyes hang over the Imperial City
Transforming into millions of glistening dewdrops bidding farewell to him
He's not a king to speak of karmic debts
Why does the city wall mourn with deep green mossy words
Evening wears away the hands of white cloud souls
The tender shadow of love, the hue of purple in the imperial city
At the ancient base, contemplating for centuries
Hearing the ancient traces deeply calling us back
Fragrance of the Perfume River, who brings the moon to immerse
Echoing Phu Van Lau in golden brilliance, captivating thousands
Raising the wine cup, let the fascination settle, my dear
Imperial City! The lingering vitality of a thousand years
Resounding temples, horses, carriages, and cold palaces
The vibrant color brings him back to the distant historical tales
Farewell, Hue! Clouds float without bounds
He's just a golden dust settling on carefree eyes
The southern land's rain echoes the epic love story
Sending a bit of love to Hue for a hundred years
10. SHADOW
Verse by Self Han
Evening's jaw
Immerses the riverbank in violet
Billows of waves collide
Foam entwines the levee's feet
A water buffalo
Submerged in the shadow of the homeland
Vu River
Someone releases smoke, numbing nine souls
Footprints
Lost in a quest for footsteps
Silvered leaves fall
A cloud's hesitant journey
Regrets come late
A shadow fumbles
If it's owed, then stay
If it's intoxicated, then sorrowful
11. SILHOUETTE
Verse by Self Han
When I willingly offer my soul as your silhouette
I know I'm reborn
Living with myself
Knowing love, forgiveness
On the land of love, two buds silently bloom
Ignoring the spring sky
When I willingly offer my soul as your silhouette
I want you to hold it in your hands
Roaming across the vast ocean
Roaming through the sun-scorched desert
Across the wilderness
Through the urban
I will build an island home
In the vast human realm
Your figure and our silhouette
When I willingly offer my soul as your silhouette
I want the heart to become stars today and tomorrow
Stars that need the inner red sky
Tomorrow's stars, sweet purple external
What remains
Gently by you, by you
Gently by the child, by the child
When I willingly offer my soul as your silhouette
It's the ripe desires
It's the blazing passions
It's the naive emotions
It's the blooming joy
It's the laughter of celebration
The lifeblood flowing
For eternity
Oh, my love!
12. LOVE SONG OF JANUARY
Verse by Self Han
January has arrived
Where are you now?
Flowers have blossomed
Sunlight has turned leaves golden
The sky has donned its crimson robe
Clouds gracefully shimmer
Rain bids farewell to the season
Sinking and rising like mist
This January
The plum blossoms still carry their wild fragrance
The season is restless
Love awakens, emotions overflow
A swallow dances
Holding hands, spring beckons a companion
If you don't return
I know whose hand you're holding
Dusk hesitates
Dawn hurriedly arrives
A tree has just rooted
Already sprouting leaves
Heavenly rain
The sky has turned an unfamiliar green
Golden silk clouds
Spread to the horizon
If you make it back
Mom prepares Bồ Quân preserves
Dad picks vegetables
Making shrimp soup, crab soup
Grandma roasts sweet potatoes
Our land
Love, like stones, gives birth to twins
Come back
Our land is less lonely
The kitchen is rosier
Grandma's eyes warmer
Parents visit the fields
Gently singing and dancing
Sweet sugarcane season
Glistening with sweat
Come back
Oh, clouds, set your nets!
I sing a lullaby with tender spring love
I sing a lullaby with deep, heartfelt homeland love
Oh dear! Come back
Relieve the days of waiting and nights of anticipation!
13. ADMIRING ROSES BESIDE THE CRESCENT LAKE
Verse by Self Han
Gazing at the rose roots
Profoundly silent
Lines of poetry choke with emotion
Remembering our youth like the bygone rains
Dreaming of becoming a recluse
Lã Vọng's era
Land's line
Human's line
You dared to be a carp flapping its tail in the water
Ripples breaking the golden moon, intertwining our lives
Petals delicate and transparent
Floating before the wind
Branch veins small and delicate
Weaving the crossroads of life into each other
You, graceful as velvet but sharp as thorns
I roam with the wind in the realm of authentic love
Dreaming of being Từ Hải
Preserving the ethereal roots
A bag of surreal moons
For you to lean against your own shadow
A thousand years, clouds and moons paint images with poetry
Gazing at the rose roots
Deeply immersed in the colorless
Rough self-portrait
Will you make it back to the urgent love's call?
I endure the worldly realm
14. COFFEE SCENT, MIMOSA, AND YOU
Verse by Self Han
I crave the aroma of Ban Mê coffee
Like craving your skin, your pure lips
Like longing for your laughter cascading down your back
Entranced and intoxicated
I yearn for the sunset in your eyes
Admiring the wild beauty of Mimosa's yellow
Admiring spring, the daughter
Behind the evening dress
Passionate spring love
What's left
Late concerns of months and years
Bats hover
Souls dry up
Suddenly afraid of love, afraid of affection, afraid to speak
Words slanting
Language falls silent
Fortunately, there's still a lingering sunbeam in the evening
Your soulful happiness
And the smile following you into the night
Leaving a bitter coffee stain on the lips
The hill of pitiful Mimosa
I'm left alone in the depths of longing
I'm left alone in the depths of yearning
Suddenly craving the scent of coffee, Mimosa, and you
Descending mist
Deserted alley
End of night
The city is melancholy as after a pandemic
Which street of yours
Which corner of yours
Which house of yours
Which Mimosa lane of yours
Fading between forgetting and remembering
Waning moon
Lone star
Lonely breath
What are you contemplating in the darkness, my love!
15. SEDUCTION OF THE STREAM
Verse by Self Han
You
Wild stream
Wandering through the slopes of love-laden hills
What ensnares a leaping fish?
What stirs the sound of sighs echoing from the murmuring waterfall
You
Wild stream
Gently rocking white veils, enticing the desires of passionate love
Nights of ivory moon drop the veils of innocence
Deep contemplation
Languishing
You
Threads of sunlight tightly weave the sparkling eyes of the stream
The pink water extends like a tear-stained carpet
Mad embraces encircle moss-covered rocks, singing the ballad of dreamy illusions
Moans echo between green beds
Which wild metaphor will you offer me?
I
Wild and free, mane flying through the seasons
By the fragrant stream
Bowing legs like a galloping horse
A noble sword slashes the neck
Blood spurts
Final breath
Amidst the vast mountains
Still resounds
I love you
16. EROSION
Verse by Self Han
Days of sun erosion
Days of lingering pain
Wind shatters the night
Earth and sky in dismay
You erode me
Overwhelming sadness
Swallowing sighs
Shattering the entire spring
An upstream salmon giving birth to pain
Swimming back to the source
The swan
Returning to a warm horizon
I return to your direction
Erosion of memories
Why do all shores feel painful and shaky?
Oh, my love!
On the day you don't return
The garden of love withers, desolate
A spider
Spreading sorrowful webs everywhere
Binding forms
Twisting flesh, bruised and bloody
This body breaks apart
Oh, my love!
In the urban realm
The sun cracks the spring
Blaming why some depart while others stay
Just silently hoping
The fragrance of past seasons faintly remembered
This garden
A bunch of wild vegetables exchanged hands
17. SIX SENSES OF DICE
Verse by Self Han
When the sun and the earth kiss
A dice is seasonally embraced by spring
Mountains border rivers
Seas neighbor islanded oceans
The sound of stones and sandstone love
Six senses bewilderedly inquire
About the paradise of spring with its five-colored flowers
One face
With hands as the restrained blue sky
Why do I see eight directions of deserted pink dust?
The other side
Flows with resonating waves
Why is there no proclamation of liberation?
You silence
I become a stranger
Ourselves estranged
In the old, worn-out love street
Which face of the dice
Has the taste of purity?
When I've been sensitive to bitter, sour, salty, sweet
The small human realm, full of envy, jealousy, and ego
The scorching sun
The land yearns no more
Is there any shadow left, my love?
Don't speak to me of the flavor of love
I've been lonely
Intoxicated in the scent of shattering
Days passing by
Endless nights
Alone and stifling, oh my dear
Don't depict on my face the sorrow of months and years
What's gained, what's lost
Let the old ink
Blur the senses' sweat
Consider it as fate, my dear
The last face sows the note, my dear
A wild horse
Twists nine layers of consciousness
I fly to the spring sky and warm sun
Illusory or real
Six faces gently in love
18. THE FERRYMAN'S WORDS
Verse by Self Han
Oh beloved, behold!
The East Sea glistens in eyes
Strands of sunlight-kissed hair
Golden threads floating and blossoming
Expansive, so expansive
The fragrance of the sea, sweet and profound
A train glides over the waves
Embracing freedom
Oh beloved, behold!
The Truong Son Range dances with undulating peaks
Misty clouds gracefully drift
Evening stretches, gently lulling us
Into a dream, so sweet
Oh beloved, behold!
The sky, thirsting for aspirations
Clouds weaving intricate nets
The young moon, a dreamy vision
Fragrant with the arrival of spring
Heavenly sunbeams
Scatter over the season's vows
Touching the heart of the nation
For four thousand years
Oh beloved, behold!
The ground where we dwell
A field of aspirations
Where the umbilical cord is buried
Guiding
The heart's chamber
Oh beloved, behold!
And have faith
Tolerance and forgiveness
Love for grandparents, parents
Meaning, humanity, truthfulness
Respect above, concession below
Open your heart to accept
Tomorrow's sun
Flowers
The fragrance of the land
Moonlight
Forests and seas
The green sprouts
Gracefully becoming human!
19. WHITE GARMENT
Verse by Self Han
A lifetime in the purity of a white blouse
Like triple-distilled crystal-clear water
So, my dear, don't stain it with dust
For future lives not to recount our tale
The thorny vine climbs in the wild forest
But honestly, it's used to soothe the liver
I don't blame people or life as if
The world's mouth is above, and the ocean below
It's fate, so life bears the burden
Saving a life is deemed more genuine
In the sleepless night, legs broken, blood spilled
Heart ceases, the ambulance siren echoes
Each suffering, a petty crime
Lonely nights, husband lying cold, shivering
Holding two children, even a cough is light
My husband devotes himself to the mission, no worries
A set of jewelry sold on lean days
Still smiling, despite a husband studying far away
On days the husband returns, feasts for guests
Bustling with wine, beer, laughter, and banter
Over a decade of shared purpose, shared career
Two decades, the white attire stands pure and faithful
Reflecting on life's journey, sea waves and wind
Love humanity more, and I also feel love for myself
A few naive words in the drizzling evening rain
A cluster of roses by the wall still proudly bloom
Grateful for destiny, grateful to the creator
Life's blouse, the wife's white blouse, stays immaculate
