Monthly Archives: January 2012

Diane di Prima: Five Poems from Loba

“she is the wind…” she is the wind you never leave behind black cat you killed in empty lot, she is smell of the summer weeds, the one who lurks in open childhood closets, she coughs in the next room, … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Le Thanh-tong: Night Rain on the Hsiao Hsiang River

Night Rain on the Hsiao Hsiang River Dripping, dripping in the Hsiang forest All through the windy night The rain falls heavy and light, Shaking the branches, violent sometimes, Knocking on my ears: I cannot sleep. The spirit of poetry … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Tan Da: Drunk

Drunk     Introduction A wild party, laughter in the night: Are these women or flowers bathed in light? In mirth you even forget old age. Drunk, you no longer need a river.     Elaboration     What night is this? The … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Ho Xuan Huong: Two Poems

The Temple of Fragrance Who could have fashioned this marvel? The mountain cracks into a wide, hollow cave. Pious Buddhists struggle to set foot inside, others gaze at it tirelessly. Drippings form a sweet streamlet, as sailors on incoming junks … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Laureate Quynh: The Substituted Poem

The Substituted Poem So hear ye now the professor’s letter home: I hope my wife can keep down her ruttish frustration. Up north, I’ve had to put up with this sad dangler, down south, she’d better squelch her yawning clam. … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Anonymous: Four Vietnamese Poems

The Temple Novice Here am I, a temple novice, very respectful, very    good. And I will set fire to all the temples and be free! I will treat myself, gorge myself on dogs meat; I will stick out my … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Dang Dung: Regrets

Regrets So much remains to do, but I am too old, The world is too vast—might as well just drink. His moment ripe, a fool can catapult to glory While heroes, their time past, must choke down their    rage. … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment