Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
Translated to English by Khanh Phuong
Brief biography
Hometown: Tan Uoc, Thanh Oai, Hanoi
Now living in Ha Dong District, Hanoi
Member of Vietnam Writers’ Association
Member of Hanoi Writers’ Association
Published literature works
Strange land – Poetry – National Culture Publishing House -1995
Premonition – Poetry – Youth Publishing House -2000
Desert flower – Poetry – Writers’ Association Publishing House -2004
City – Poetry – Writers’ Association Publishing House -2008
Standing cloud – Poetry – Writers’ Association Publishing House – 2011
The Voice of Time – Poetry – Writers’ Association Publishing House -2018
Literary Awards
– Nguyen Trai Art and Literature Prize in Ha Tay Province, 3rd (2001-2005)
– Second prize of Ha Tay poetry contest (2006-2007)
– Medal for the cause of Vietnamese literature and art
Confession: “I write about my experiences in life. Striving to write well, honestly towards the noble humanity”.
His poems:
Chess player by Truc Bach lake
The ground is the chessboard
The chess pieces move at a time
Day by day
They come here among sky and earth and the windy lake.
Silently they sit
Laughing at the end of the game
Flowers in the garden are still blooming
The lake surface quietly reflects in the mirror
Where streets
Lives are busy with ups and downs
Afternoon sunshine moves to the horizon
Temple bell melts on the water surface…
Tomorrow …
Uninformed chess games
Start again
Like the lives of… chariot and cannon…!
Every morning I wake up early with the sun
Every morning I wake up early with the sun
Waiting for the bus with the twenties
Seeing their joyful smiles like the spring ahead
The new generation leaves behind many prejudices
Leaving behind many obstacles on the way
They enter the new world
Purity
With youthful and innocent joys
They enter the new world lightly
With smiles on their faces
Living in students’ houses with few books
Ambitions like sails on the sea…
And we carry a lot of things
With misfortunes
The worse unfortunate is the narrow prejudice
Of a past era….
Hello new day
That’s the time
The vitality of sky and earth
Starting
That’s time
Flowers and grasses
Still fresh in the night dew
It’s time the river is calm and not waving
Due to the noise and garbage
That’s the time
The sky is blue, clouds float before
burning sun
Hello new day
It’s the time when the sky and earth give us the vitality
Overcoming failure, sadness and joy
For the soul at night be peaceful and trustful in love
Hello new day
It’s time to practice Chi
For the old keep to themselves
glories and misfortunes
Girls and boys keep loves and ambitions
In hearts
To cross the roads
Life is a sum of dawns.
Short poem
Why
River flows
But life does not drift.
Why it is bright
But the night is still
Some turns
Imprint the fate
Living like the blowing wind
Like the rushing water
Be calm through the storm
The lake surface is as silent as nothing
Where the rain come from
Bring wet hearts for many people
Who spread the yellow sunshine on the ground
In a wet autumn day, the sunshine falls
The river flows, the shore stays
Many good people together to anywhere
Leaving this world isolated, lonely
The darker the night, the brighter the light
I use my life paying for the life
When lying down
Then find out who I am
How to live the life
There is a way back
The dead reminds the alive
By their own lives
Tolerate for human’s misfortunes
I would feel rich
Wealth would be cold
When lack of human warmth
The world is so immense
People’s hearts are narrow
Human bind themselves
By invisible ropes thought by themselves
The earth is big
But its power is getting smaller in every atom
Outside happiness is in every ray of sunshine
For the rest of life, to hold on to nothing
Mother’s house leaks
Brothers spread their hands
Rain stops
Sunshine is back
What does the sea think, didn’t sleep last night
This early morning, silver waves hit the shore ….
On the way
Walking while sleeping is the way of a long-distance man… I withdraw this from my own unfortunate life. In this unstable life, creating a peaceful life even for a few minutes that is a miracle.
A car drives at night, everyone is asleep at this time. A star in the sky is watching.
The field is continuous in the night… sometimes the frogs cry loud and then stay silent…
…While we sleep, the river stays awake. Sometimes the car jumps up because of an obstacle on the road. Each time, someone wakes up.
Small happiness
Unhappiness awaits…
Every time riding on the long way, I feel happy because my fate is mixed with the fates of many people.
…Sleep brothers, sleep sisters… try our best to continue the long way…
