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The Student
The nighted hour hangs brooding
above my vigil light of knowledge,
clouds my eyes, smothers my thoughts
and pretends to make me dumb.
I rise from St. Thomas' chair
and pajama-clad, lie racked on pillow blackness.
There daylight goal turns misty hill
as Urania guides me up that slope
among the stars to that hazy precipice
on which one cannot stand,
from which one cannot gaze,
yet from which one can fall unharmed;
and so, I fall a . . s . . . l . . . . e . . . . . e . . . .
William Louis
Va^~n Co`n Dda^y
Chie^`u va`ng
nha.t hie^n sa^n dda^`y la' ua'
Na('ng be^`nh bo^`ng co`n tie^'c buo^?i rong cho*i
Gio' len ca^y xa.c xa`o lo*`i lo*i la~
Ca?m xu'c chi`m theo no^~i nho*' cho*i vo*i ...
Go.i khe khe~ te^n ngu*o*`i, ngu*o*`i co' tha^'u
Dde^? la('ng nghe va.n va^.t cu~ng nhe. e^m
Dda^y ba`n tay ai tu*`ng ho^n la`m da^'u
Dda^y to'c me^`m buo^ng xoa~ dde^? ai tho*m
Va` co`n dda^y a'nh ma('t nhi`n vu.ng tro^.m
Buo^?i he.n dda^`u e nga.i cha(?ng nhi`n nhau
Dda^y bo*` mo^i cong cong run mo^.t so*'m
Lu'c tie^~n ddu*a su*o*ng u*o*'t giu*~a mu`a nga^u
Chie^`u ho^m nay gio' cu~ng la.nh sa('t se
Hoa`ng ho^n tha^'p nhu* ma`u tro*`i xu*a a^'y
A^m vo.ng na`o li'u lo loa`i chim se?
La`n hu*o*ng ngu*o*`i da'ng da^'p va^~n co`n dda^y ...
Ngu*o*`i phie^u la~ng cho^'n tru`ng kho*i co' le~
Ti`nh xa ro^`i ky? nie^.m ma~i ddua` va^y .
TrangThanh
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Poetry by month
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