POETRY, THESE FOUR PARAGRAPHS?
day, too heartsick, I got to the beach;
the willows, I gazed at the sea and the air.
loomed a beautiful girl
an Western young lady with blond hair.
flew over the surf
a boat that floated with its sail so bare
so many boats while deserting their country
to float on the vast ocean in despair...
was so sad that I heard myself weeping;
waves so pitied me they choked their sound.
wanted to write a poem but unable;
let my soul soar high by the wind bound.
at the height I met the clouds over there,
Oh, how the sea was profound:
was still there, why people had passed away!
there then nowhere, as Buddha did expound.
felt melancholy (there was deep grief
that and after that), I did not know why.
in the shade I sensed my soul cold;
heart was frore like frost under the warm sky.
that girl actually a ghost that appeared
lead me back to my old country on the sly
visit the pieces of those boats that drifted
to the foot of the willows mossy there to lie?
day... it has been ten years ago, then it was
eternity... one human being, once and for all
not only one but thousands, millions:
dismal my Fatherland, you heard my call?
branches gentle, why birds did not perch
tigers might be friendly with men not gall?
has it stood for, that regime?
I could not hold back, but let my tears fall!
day... I took my pen. And I wrote
The four paragraphs above, poetry was it withal?
Translation by THANH-THANH