Đinh Trường Chinh | a verse composed in sleep (32)


By Đinh Trường Chinh, translation by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm


Daily, I live through a tug-a-war between my right and left brain / amongst the mundane programmable numbers, the mathematics, an idea for a portrait or a few lines of poetry. thus.


there are verses formed in the middle of composing a poem

a verse just there amongst the dishes

a verse popping out of nowhere during a drive

a verse exiting the wrong exit

a verse composed during a stroll through Paris

a verse born from an escape across the border in Rạch Giá

a verse listening to Leonard Cohen

a verse high on Phạm Duy

a verse pondered through the phở

a verse sprinkled over a napkin

a verse drenched in the shower

a verse watchful on the internet

a verse wandering around the neighborhood of an afternoon

a verse rushed waiting to pick up…

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