By Lê Vĩnh Tài, translated by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm
you lit the stove
because you hate the dark
and the cold
you fiddle with the flame
picking
prodding
mumbling
and it ends with the howling wind
your by the ashes
in the flying embers
and the dust
seemed to be scented with the smell of
the early morning chill
you’re erect
by her stove
thin
hollow
eyes wide open
like the futile cough
of the guy next door
you’re fiddling
with the words
f-f-f i-re
l-l-l i-a-r
to be finally rid of the poem
so you may-be the rain
so she may breathe as though
she’s never known oxygen
(October 2021)
bạn đốt lò
vì ghét bóng tối
và giá lạnh
bạn lụi hụi chụm lửa
mò mẫm
rờ rẫm
lẩm cẩm
cuối cùng tiếng gió hú
bạn bên mớ…
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The Reluctant Poet 