Quote of the Day
All things are
difficult before they are easy.
- Thomas Fuller
Poem of the Day
Oa'n Ho+`n Na`o Nguo^i
Mo^.t kie^'m, mo^.t cung, mo^.t ma'i che`o
Thu` na`y chu+a tra? che^'t mang theo
Tu+`ng dde^m thao thu+'c cho+` tra(ng sa'ng
Tra(ng khua^'t trong ma^y ta^.n cuo^'i dde`o.
Su+o+ng tra('ng ro+i ro+i kha('p nu'i ddo^`i
Vo+. hie^`n con da.i nho+' thu+o+ng o^i
Sao ba(ng ba(ng ma~i, ddo+`i ddo^?i ma~i
Chie^'c la' li`a ca`nh, chie^'c la' ro+i.
Mu+a va^~n gia(ng gia(ng gio' the't ga`o
Ta^m ho^`n kha('c khoa?i o^'m xanh xao
Xu+o+ng ta`n mo^.t na('m cho^n ddo^`i va('ng
Phu+o+'c ba^'t tru`ng lai so^' kie^'p na`o.
Mo^~i dde^m ve^` mo^.t gia^'c chie^m bao
Thi the^? luo^n luo^n ta('m ma'u dda`o
DDo+`i dda('ng cay vo+'i nhie^`u u+o+'c vo.ng
Xin dde^m to^'i tro+`i cho qua mau.
Tro+`i sa'ng trong sau mo^.t co+n mu+a
Gio' hiu hiu tho^?i na('ng lu+a thu+a
Vu~ tru. bao la nga`n sa('c tha('m
Go+.i nho+' em thu+o+ng ma^'y cho vu+`a.
Be^? kho^? na`o kho^ng ca.n dda^u em
DDo+`i ta la^.n dda^.n la('m bao phen
Ta ddi go'p nha(.t nga`n cay dda('ng
Kho^? ddau nhie^`u ro^`i cu~ng mau quen
Linh ho^`n anh nhu+ dda' cha^'t cho^`ng
Chi'n ta^`ng ddau kho^? cu~ng ba(`ng kho^ng
Thu+o+ng gia^.n oa'n ho+`n anh xin tra?
No+. tra^`n gian xem nhu+ hu+ kho^ng.
Di~ va~ng cho^n vu`i ddo'n tu+o+ng lai
Ta ddi xa^y du+.ng la.i nga`y mai
Tra'i sa^`u ru.ng vo+~ hoa hy vo.ng
Anh ddu+a em ve^` cho^'n thie^n thai.
Nguye^~n DDa(ng Hoa`
(Nhu+~ng tha'ng na(m xanh xao)
First Kiss
It seems . . . time impels the night
and as such incites it to glide--
telegraphically carefree.
And through the aura of moonbeams
stubbornly nudging
the tenebrous, bedimmed darkness
of early morning,
the blossoming redolence of scented flowers
in a rain doused forest
tantalizes and flusters my consciousness.
And, as I lean forward to gently grasp
and behold,
a dew-drenched petal sensuously brushes past
and touches me.
In that lingering, gratifying moment . . .
The metamorphosis now replete
instantaneously,
a scintilla of reality comes into being.
And, I find the essence of your nectar--
your julep lips on mine!
Coe Harding
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