By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm
I was obsessed with poetry as a child, why do I like poetry? Is it because in loneliness Poetry was the only one there for me?
I don’t know, all I know is that Poetry never fully reveals itself. A source of endless inspiration. I have wept heedlessly because Poetry refuses full disclosure. I have laughed out loud because Poetry denies me, its true self.
In the end, I’m left hovering over a blue horizon that’s sometimes grey and sad. Poetry is stubborn, refusing the end. Oh gosh the epic ode.
Is my curiosity the fault in Poetry?
Heh Heh, translating so much of poetry by Lê Vĩnh Tài, I wonder sometimes if they’ve taken possession of me? The verse sounds a little like LVT? In truth, more than that: why lê vĩnh tài’s poetry?
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