A collection of poems by Ho Si Binh

Poet Ho Si Binh was born in 1953 in Vo Thuan, Trieu Phong, Quang Tri. He is a member of the Vietnam Writers Association and currently lives and works in Da Nang City. In his published works of prose and poetry, he always conveys his sadness and longing for his homeland; his memories burdened by life; and the people from many different lands, leaving in the poet's soul a wealth of emotions and affections...

Quang Tri Newspaper proudly presents a collection of poems recently composed at the Dai Lai Writing Camp by poet Ho Si Binh, reflecting a different realm of thought...

Quan Ho folk song

I wish I could be with you right now.

but is there anyone else?

He sang the song of their reunion halfway through.

I know how to do teeth and I met you too.

Two is one, one plus one is two.

The song keeps wavering between two paths.

The romantic Duong River flows through Kinh Bac.

Falling in love with Quan Ho folk songs, she became charming and graceful throughout her life.

He went to Den Do Temple via Thuan Thanh.

I have stood gazing at the Duong River all my life.

Knowing there's someone else to lean against the side of the boat to lessen the loneliness.

How sad that the song of life must bring such suffering.

Songs of longing between young men and women

He kept it to himself until he had to cross the river...

The painting of Ho village

I knew about Dong Ho paintings even before I arrived.

I've already recognized the small alleyway winding around.

chickens, pigs, cats, and mice

Simple folk life with my mother and me

The autumn wind is damp and the rain is falling.

The Mouse Wedding in Childhood

They also enthusiastically participate in festivals to welcome spring.

The Duong River winds across the northeast monsoon.

I crossed the river of memories and met Dong Ho again.

I saw my mother wearing a raincoat going to the Tet market.

The old painting radiates warmth into the house.

I met Hoang Cam again at the old dock.

Where is the soul? Is the paper torn and colored?

Deeply in love, a dreamy, romantic youth.

In a dream, pouring wine while looking at a painting, I suddenly remembered myself.

Rice flower of Vinh Phuc

Stripping off all her clothes to reveal a vibrant red hue.

Clinging to each other, letting loose in the hammock, a kiss of sweet nectar.

The slender branches of the joyful season seem to open and close.

March arrives, the spring's melancholy hues fade.

Vinh Phuc's cheeks are rosy as if he's been given wine.

Let him get drunk and dream of the color of flowers.

When I woke up, I suddenly felt a downpour all around me.

The petals fall gently in the breeze.

Even on a clear blue sky, I still feel like I'm at a disadvantage.

The entire lake surface is filled with longing for those flowers.

He couldn't bear to let the season pass by.

I fear the person returning home will be lost in thought under the sparse trees.

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