NGUYEN KHANH DUY
Born in 1992 Home town: Thanh Ba, Phu Tho. Now write freely
Published:
Droplets, Writers Association Publisher, 2017
Standby paradise, Da Nang Publisher, 2018
Dayspring
A cloud dies
A window swallow silver gray sky
End of season’s coldness makes flowers get up late
There are people at the rapids
See silently lighthouse
The wind went though cold sleeves
A stone-paved way directs to the castle
Polished by shoes by years
Secret of wine formula
Is the tear dropped fast from blind eyes
Wandering guy forgets way back
We say goodbye
The atheist will not participate in Mass
The yacht is still waiting at the wharf
Ready for me a river trip
People who have adventure with wine
Always forget first words
Books fall at the foot of the chair of drowsy
Lamp endures a star
A child was born in non-appointed season
Surrounding wooden house is
Goggle night eyes
They leave
Children grow up with wolves
Dear Sir
There are three times
You only stop using such old rod
Nestled in the corner
Dream copies for me some secret words
Cymbidiums spread secretly
A yard has been invaded by sunshine
Night birds make the final flight
I was suddenly asked about yesterday’s appearance
Smoke from the broken surface of the lake
Fingers clutching the orphaned sun
The birds cried out
dayspring.
The root of sorrow, the flowers bloom late
In a day, you don’t answer
River wind becomes widen
I listen a song again
See you sinking gradually
Picture is immense wave
my heart is vibrated
Your smile is sad by sun gradually turned off
breathlessly trembling
on the porch, evening wind is blowing
silent
he asked softly
Are you there?
Let me touch you
Sediment’s tears are dried
on the cheek through thousand years
Poem copied from stone tombstone
Is unfinished sentences
I have not finished yet
To send you
But evening wind blows me off
There are only the smoke of straw
I will fly
And touch you
Wounds on the face
I’m trying to remember your voice
But too difficult
Oh! There are smoke in the afternoon
Spit his nose, smoke from stubble
Is it illustrative, a voice from yesterday?
I fly to old hamlet
No silk thread can tight the pain
Forgetting half of the song
I’m afraid that the smoke will blow you to sky
You hide yourself in red-leafed forest corner
Rusty, wind secretly returned
You see me, eyes awake deep night
I call you, the voice is very condensed
I having a ragged life is not enough
But expect to find a yesterday voice
But expect to remember the way to old hamlet
To step on regretful stubbles
Mollusk night
This universe is made of the pain
Of hibernation cocoon species
the gears and doors
Chew the life with troubles
The world owes us
Supporting the sky at nights
Towers grown up from lips
Mollusk
Swimming back in dreams
I lean on other
Find matching point
Everyone is busy in their world
Wearing disguising sky starts
Making lights at the patio
Sexy fellow countrymen
Distress exile person
Hardy pilgrims
Vague people travelling without purposes
Galaxy has flying stars.
Translated by LE HOA
VNQD