THE WRITERS POST
VOLUME 12 NUMBER 2
a poem by LU QUYNH
translated by N. Saomai
Evening in Tan Dinh
(for Dinh Cuong)
Evening in Tan Dinh, red flamboyant drowning in sadness
colored red the arid seasonal wind, red my eyes.
The glass of red wine, in my hand, was filled with nostalgia
It was dusk--the dusk that fell onto your canvas.
Lit a cigarette, sat without a companion,
here I was: one glass for me. And one glass empty.
The cigarette in my mouth, I felt it tasteless.
Wisps of smoke were wandering, haltingly.
In the pub of bougainvillea indistinct
Taking a sip of dying sunlight in the empty glass.
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