(GLO) - Ngo Duc Hanh is a poet with an extremely sensitive soul. His poems are full of the range of emotions from what he encounters. And it feels as if he writes poetry as he breathes.
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He has some extremely lyrical poems, but also some that are full of political commentary and rationalism. Perhaps that's what helps the author balance his life.
Originally from Ha Tinh province, he has lived and worked in Hanoi for many years, juggling journalism and poetry, as well as wandering like a romantic wanderer. Besides poetry, his critiques of poetry and literary portraits are also captivating. Similarly, in the field of journalism, he is active in many areas. This issue's "Poetic Faces" section introduces a collection of poems about the Central Highlands, a glimpse into his endless journey with poetry. This endless wandering has reached the point where: "Up to the Central Highlands this season / I embrace the winds of the horizon to welcome guests." As a poet and journalist, he cherishes "This page / is my field / diligently cultivating each character"... He is a member of the Vietnam Writers Association.
Poet Văn Công Hùng selected and introduced this.
CENTRAL HIGHLANDS
This time in the past
The sun rises in the east, sitting up.
The sunrise over the Central Highlands is a deep red.
The green rainforest points in the direction of the folk song.
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Illustration: TN |
Life has passed by this land many times.
cafe showing off white
Your smile tells me there's a silent secret.
Slow, steady steps.
This time today
The Central Highlands are brimming with hope.
Mist sprinkles clusters of resentment
Durian harvest is bountiful, but prices are falling, bringing smiles to everyone's faces.
Visiting the Central Highlands this season
I'll treat you to the breeze from the horizon.
A glass of Buon Ho wine in a genuine bottle.
I drank without knowing I was getting drunk.
The past and the present
I've changed.
The land is always stained red with lazy sweat.
Why is the soil so barren that it never knows what it means to be green?
FIELD
His field is this sheet of paper.
price drop season
A drop of sweat falls in a strange land.
Coffee or pepper?
This page
That's his farm.
painstakingly planting each character.
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Illustration: TN |
RAINY SEASON
Central Highlands during the rainy season
They talked to each other until the earth was still wet.
The wind kept blowing vaguely, making it impossible to sleep.
This farming season is different from the farming seasons of the past.
He came to the Central Highlands.
Remembering the wild elephants of Buon Don
Tears filled Serepok
Why does the river flow upstream?
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Illustration: Huyen Trang |
No one has ever tried to imagine it.
If tomorrow the mountain wind weakens
we wring out the wind
The electric current today is cold and the moon shines through the forest.
The woman dreams on her back.
Mother and child carry each other to the market.
The road back to the village was drenched in rain, leaving my face scarred.
The sound of wild chickens was not appealing in the morning.
Rain in the Central Highlands
durian and durian together
Macadamia nuts are not just a billionaire crop.
The saying "fly past the people of the past" is no more.
This path is a promise of meager sustenance!
He just passed through the Central Highlands.
auspicious day and month
Let me ask you a small question about the Serepok River.
All sadness will drift away, and the water will flow downstream.
He quickly picked up a smile.
indifferent
rain and wind...
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