THE WRITERS POST
VOLUME 9 DOUBLE ISSUE
MAI VAN PHAN
three poems by MAI VAN PHAN
translated by Do Xuan Oanh
Tiny rain makes grass glossy. Tender grass spreads to the foot of waves. Things follow one another to change color, like dominos fall in the game. Grass leaves suck each peal of bell since early. Resound in the pair of gloves, scarf and the woolen hat.
…your eyes for the moon to shine…
Moon spreads smoothly on wide land. Land surface stays innocent under moon’s pressure. Like weals of riding whip on the shoulder, whipping hard on my back. Wind.
Wind suddenly brings the mane off
the sound of my hooves beats into far away.
…your eyes stagnate the color of creamy milk…
The cup of hot milk and spoon remain quiet. Smoke whiffs the season of prime rice. A whiff of autumn pond, water hyacinth, bird nest, straw heap, water vase…A sound of bird cooing, steamed meat, hedge, grain of coal…
Lips touch the cup mouth
and my body drops into space.
The bee that flies in the room
is made of plastic or wood ?
its variegated body full of unfinished cut traces
true, it has flown
the sound of flapping wings mild, ingenious.
Must not believe in a bee
I verify by small motions :
532 pages always full in the old book
I cut fingernails, unclog the pipe
try to report, try to sign, try to destroy documents…
But it seems
all animals in the house
are manufactured from refuse :
the tricolor cat born from a batch of rag ?
the fish swimming in the tank made from beer tin can ?
the nightingale singing in the cage is a broken kettle ?
the dog thrusting its head in my arm a roll of old newspaper ?
the ant herd patiently carrying bait a heap of sawdust ?
The immortal mouth
The mouth drifting over there surely is from a dead person
now on high
now touching land surface.
Has the bone of the mouth now melted into dust ?
Is it still dirty yellow
or tarnished black in terra-cotta coffin ?
But the mouth keeps moving gently and lively
now press tightly
now smile generous.
I put into the mouth phonics
like clicking search for an web site
As a result I feel dizzy
I got lost in an ambush ?
Is the software infected by virus ?
Or the grain of coal just fell into an ice slab ?
The mouth emits no sound
only appears a dumb film sequence
I had dubbed into it the sound of sticks and canes,
the sound of order, draft order…
the sound of a person
and even the sound of unison…
The mouth keeps drifting
Suffice it that someone issues an idea.
MAI VAN PHAN
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