___________ VIETNAMESE LITERATURE TRANSLATIONS POETRY ___________

HOANG XUAN SON ___________________________ The nouriture of hair                     Nothing is a shame                     everyday try to write some verses                     although the poetry has wasted its words                     it could remind me thing after thing                     That my heart has still been in debts                     those of literature -- a morning, an evening                     of country closed to the whole life                     and rivers and lakes -- a so sad burden!                     That I am existing on earth                     to be a human in a mayfly                     starting a race early in the morning                     examining conscience late in the evening                     Did stone and gold finally know who I am?                     that virtual image is not mine                     to present now and then in another life                     to stick a sloping pole on the strange soil                     Living, sometimes -- all white bones                     death, also -- a dry skeleton                     where to shelter the immigrated soul                     will be there a tomb later on?                     Tie the hope into the blue future                     advice myself to finish the rest of thousand verses                     although the poetry has not been iron and steel yet                     it also might bring the gray hair up. HOANG XUAN SON (21 March 1998) Return to Contents HOME