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9/3/2000

September
My Poetry

Poem of
The Day

My Poetry

There is nothing magnificent about my poetry
Like highway robbery, oppression, and tuberculosis blood cough
There is nothing noble about my poetry
Like death, sweat, and rifle butts
My poetry is composed of many appalling images
Like the Party, the Youth Union, HCM, and the Central Committee
My poetry is deficient in imagination
It is veracious like jail, hunger, and suffering
My poetry is simply for my poor people
To see through the Red demons' black heart

Nguyen Chi Thien
Translated by Male Tiger

 

Tho+ Cu?a To^i

Tho+ cu?a to^i kho^ng co' gi` la` dde.p nhu+ cu+o+'p vo^`, cu`m ke.p, ma'u ho lao!

Tho+ cu?a to^i kho^ng co' gi` la` cao nhu+ che^'t cho'c, mo^` ho^i, ba'ng su'ng!

Tho+ cu?a to^i la` nhu+~ng gi` kinh khu?ng nhu+ DDa?ng, DDoa`n, nhu+ La~nh tu., nhu+ Trung U+o+ng!

Tho+ cu?a to^i kho^ng ke'm pha^`n tu+o+?ng tu+o+.ng no' "tha^.t" nhu+ tu`, nhu+ ddo'i, nhu+ ddau thu+o+ng!

Tho+ cu?a to^i chi? dde^? dda'm da^n thu+o+`ng nhi`n tha^'u tim dden phu+o+`ng quy? ddo?!

Nguye^~n Chi' Thie^.n

 

Co' Nhu*~ng Lu'c
Tho+ Cu?a To^i

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