Fantasy Land
(Baonghean.vn) - In memory of poet Thach Quy!
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| Poet Thach Quy. Photo: Hai Vuong |
Yes, it means no mistake
There is no such thing as the most correct thing.
The eye loves the moon and honey disc
Stomach only likes rice paper
Buddhist poet in prison
Tile house, bamboo house, wooden house
Every house is like our house
Built with joy, anger, love and hate!
Don't mind the evil birds!
Why sad goose feathers human blood
Why enjoy this fleeting life?
Drizzle makes the grass grow green again
Missing and waiting for each other turned to stone
I thought that would be it.
Which stone is left alone?
One day as pale as lime!
Finally I'm left alone
I was also a statue
Late afternoon, I'm alone
Journey to the land of fantasy./.
