THE WRITERS POST
VOLUME 5 DOUBLE ISSUE WINTER 2003 SPRING 2004
(translated by the author)
At hilltop, the old man stopped,
dropped his life
rolling down the slope¾
From the youth's reverie now in dance
the hundred-years sorrow squirmed waving its hands.
In the life-long humane dream so short
Bashfully the paper’s soul smiled taking her clothes off.
Life had failed, a stirring voice rose
Their arms ached¾ as the spring candle burnt low.
Flowers, into the world of love,
blossomed brave new
¾for resting butterflies.
But the bees, hiding honey, were blind drunk 'ready
Even as bees and butterflies flied onto pages full of words
The nearness still fell thousand miles apart.
She, who put onto her cheeks the rosy sun
and drawn her eyebrows the curve of mountain,
went away taking to different place Heaven and Earth,
let drift and revolve bewildered this now loveless world.
And over the dead body of remaining sorrow
Wind climbed, as days entangled in days.
Doors had shut the road to guile.
Man were calling man, why the call so downhearted?
As he sat picturing them old figures,
mountains and rivers into existence came.
In the stone that contained the vacuity of life
there were old ghosts carrying its common tomb.
At a place where the poem of no-word
swept away the lisping poems of the Bard
life seemed as new as never it could be seen,
and was talking and laughing the earth without Man.
(translated from the original ‘Ket Luan’
published in Song Van magazine, issue 14, 1999)
Editorial note: All works published in this issue are simultaneously published in the printed Wordbridge magazine double issue 3 &4 Winter 2003 & Spring 2004. (ISSN: 1540-1723).
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