COFFEE AND YOU
woken up I already feel the fragrant flavor;
stir and stir in the dark tumbler my day so trite.
is not a bit of sugar that makes my lips luscious,
your words so charming and smile so bright.
the sharp odor, I open wide my eyes,
time seethe thru the boiling of the kettle.
pour my soul into the coffee-pot and hear
drip each drop down into the fine fettle.
am aware your affection is so passionate;
times of solitude I can readily find your care.
cup does not by itself savor sweet smell;
is delicious owing to your hands that prepare.
us return contention to the narrow streets;
keep for our lives just a private corner so fair.
morning begins with that familiar taste,
that whole day thus starts with your love.
drink sip by sip the mundane vicissitudes:
-- and you -- in my heart, my dear dove.
Vietnamese poem by NHƯ HOA
English translation by THANH-THANH