THE WRITERS POST
VOLUME 9 DOUBLE ISSUE
CHERRY BLOSSOMS SHATTERING
Translated by the author
I'll go away -- it'll be all over oh Dalat so sweet!
Your red heels your blue eyes I'll for ever miss.
In the sulks your rosy lips I know 'll be withering
In the fair wind your gown'll be for me seeking.
I do feel a commotion in immense sky-high spaces
It's metal-cold on the forlorn plateau even at midday
Purple clouds down far-away vales' re airing their grievances
Like winds roaming a mountain pass I'm taking a journey.
I left Dalat behind and cherry blossoms to pieces broke
All agog old lakes drove their vaves adrift and aloof
Pines in wan bewilderment and forests in sheer gradient
And waterfalls and hills and mounts entombed my youth.
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