A collection of poems by Binh Nguyen Trang
Poet and journalist Pham Thuy Vinh selected and introduced these works.
Binh Nguyen Trang is a familiar name in Vietnamese literature, especially among those born in the 70s and 80s. She began writing while still in high school and won numerous poetry and prose awards from newspapers such as Hoa Hoc Tro, Muc Tim, and Tien Phong… Many of Binh Nguyen Trang's poems about her hometown, her mother, March, and love… were copied by hand by her peers and remembered fondly.
Nghe An Weekend proudly presents a collection of poems which, according to Binh Nguyen Trang, "each poem is selected from a poetry collection" by her.
The Story of the Path
Let's go home, it's getting late.
My feet are weary, my fate is sealed.
Waiting for each other at the end of the road.
Words as sweet as rosy lips and blushing cheeks, exchanged between lovers.
Let's go home, there's still a little love left.
Be joyful, don't let it be tinged with worry.
The mists of humanity obscure the view.
How can I know now, or in the future?
Life flows like water under a bridge.
Sadness sows seeds of sunshine, leaves of sorrow fade away.
Love leaves its mark in a footprint.
Let's measure the depths and shallows in the vastness of heaven and earth.
Let's go home before we miss the train.
The path where we lost track of each other, separated by a thousand miles.
Send to the ocean
He is my dwelling place.
Dust particles drift endlessly across the horizon.
A drop of water falls into thousands of rivers and streams.
Salt grains lie exposed far across the field.
The one who took me through my adventures.
Waves crashing and winds howling.
Like clouds drifting away, they return to the land of waterfalls.
Salty sweat, salty tears of life
The one who lulled me to sleep in the dark foothills
White foam erodes the base of the stone slab.
I am empty and silent, wandering in the deep cave with the school of fish.
Whose face is lost in the torrential rain?
The one who welcomed me came from the forests.
From decaying, falling leaves
Enough of the fallen Autumns!
A fleeting glimpse of a person disappears down the long, winding road.
I woke up in the morning with a restless dream.
Am I a flower or am I a stone?
The afternoon sun shone brightly, filling my heart with glory.
Like a wild animal waiting for the clouds to come
Winter nights come to sleep with decay.
I am forever erased from the ocean shore.
October
October arrived, even though we didn't make an appointment.
He put his arm around my shoulder, a slight chill in the air at the end of the road.
Chrysanthemums are tinged with the golden hues of the sun.
A melancholy afternoon, a glorious memory.
There was no appointment, so why offer words of affection?
A lone figure, trembling with sorrow.
Under the lamppost on the foggy street
The madman sang the song of surrender for me.
What is there in this world that can be shattered?
But waiting, longing, and dating...
Oh, glorious October!
I danced alone under the trees.
The tree that I dreamed of my whole life, I awoke from.
That autumn was at the foot of the hill.
Drifting in the midday sun
Summer clouds drift by in the midday sun.
The sun shines brightly on a sad street corner.
The bird sings the dream of a child's life.
A wandering soul, without a purpose.
A few thoughts drifted through the midday air.
Rising up like the leaves of paradise
The tree carries the whispers of the past.
Release into the void a moment of gentle silence.
The old wounds drift within me.
At noon, the lamppost stands idly at the intersection.
The one who comes with me or the one who leaves
The cafe with echoes in the mist
What is there to find in an empty blue sky?
The midday sun was blinding.
The street is still windy, the summer is still red.
The pain of the flower of school days still lingers.
Drifting in the midday sun, drifting in the midday sun, who returns to the realm of memories?
The space smells of ephemeral grass.
The hand that opens the lines of destiny
The world's eyes are filled with melancholy and sadness.
