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| FORGET THE COLOR OF SMOKE (Dịch Quên Ði Màu Sương Khói - Thơ Cao Mỵ Nhân)
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KIM VŨ - đăng lúc 09:28:30 PM, Feb 13, 2004
From this shore of the wild ocean
The other shore looks so remote
The clouds on the horizon are bungled up
And my poetical soul is tinted grey.
Had the ocean been more quiet
I would have seen the other side
Than thin elusive emerald line
Is my homeland in my verses.
But the ocean hasn’t been quiet
And I’m holding in my hand the letter
On which the ink had blurred
A misty wind’s coming from an unknown place.
Why did I come to the seashore?
For the shore of enlightenment or for the bank of foolishness?
Haven’t I forgoten the color of smoke
On the plain dress of someone walking home?
I’d told myself to forget the color of smoke
When we said farewell that day
Why then did I go call his name by the seaside
And stray again into the stream of foolishness?
KIM VŨ
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Created by Hiep Nguyen, Sept. 2003 |
