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| Cover of the poetry collection Hoa Moss by Hong Nhan. Photo: NAM VIET |
Don't mistake me for colors and scents.
Don't hurt the little moss
Don't compare me to a fickle heart.
The drought is coming.
I hide my potential
No one else but you, the green moss
Durable in harsh environments
Waiting for love
Waiting for moss flowers when the season changes…
(Moss flower)
There have been many flowers appearing in poetry, but moss flowers were almost the first time I read about them in the collection Moss Flowers by Hong Nhan. A touching metaphor for the author to express his feelings: “No one else is you, the green moss/ Enduring in a harsh environment”. The harshness of the flower growing from rocks and rocks is also the main inspiration for the entire collection of poems.
Dinh Quan is a district located in the Northeast of Dong Nai province; the district capital is Dinh Quan town, famous for Ba Chong Rock. This is a national scenic relic, a vestige of the Oc Eo culture during the ancient Phu Nam Kingdom. In the poetry collection Hoa moss, the image of the rocks in Dinh Quan stone street with Ba Chong Rock that Hong Nhan is attached to is one of the strong sources of inspiration, hidden in many poems, filled with many feelings. In the poem Ve nghe pho da thoi tho (whispering stone street) , she wrote:
One afternoon, I visited the stone street.
Listen to the whisper of the green day song
The sound of the wind, whose voice is so passionate?
Memories of a time of waiting and looking forward
Leaning over to see the crowded street
Ba Chong Rock weathered by time
You left alone, a lonely cloud
The mountain town is sad, silent and tilted.
Stone is not just stone. Street is not just street. Stone street and mountain town through the poet's heart have become soul mates. Stone knows sadness and joy when the lover is far away: "Bach Tuong stands still/ Listening to the stone's tears mixed with white dew/ Love song listening to the scent of the sun/ May comes, royal poinciana flowers fall all over the hand...". Then from the nostalgia and love, a whispered wish arose: "Will you come back to our small hometown/ Listening to the soul of the mountain echo from the past/ Listening to the stone sing the rhythm of life breathing/ The sound of the school drum, your white dress fluttering".
If we do not open our hearts to nature, how can we receive the extraordinary beauty and supernatural energy that heaven and earth bestow? Beauty and energy are only reserved for those who know how to live, love and enjoy.
In the poem "Can't be named", "Each precarious stone step" seems to sway before the amorous and indifferent guest with "the wild garden with an open heart". Love is a wonderful thing that is difficult to express and when people cannot express their feelings, poetry speaks and the stones speak:
I'm scared
Each precarious stone step
Can carry the dream of sowing in the heart
Wild garden open heart
Waiting for someone to come in and weave deeply
Mountain rocks and sea rocks. Rocks of nature and rocks in people's hearts. The image of rocks is deeply rooted in the subconscious and appears naturally in many of Hong Nhan's poems. Perhaps the poet of the rock town of Ba Chong is one of the writers who writes the most about rocks. And I have the feeling that the image of rocks is always present in every step, in every thought and even in her dreams: "Wild flowers blend with fragrant rice/ For a thousand years, rocks have waited as if they were angry with someone" (Ba Chong, waiting rocks).
Stones accompany, share and incarnate into the woman’s identity. Only stones and the night know her hidden feelings. Strangely enough, in another context when “The stone moves in the moonlight” , a strange space appears with a shimmering, magical beauty and the stone seems to enter the Moon’s Soul :
The moon falls gently
Sparkling Dewdrops on Ba Chong Rock
Lonely night
Soul of the city
Rocks wriggle in the moon
The moon embraces the sleeping Mai waterfall forest
The moon gently watches the Mo stream
The soul of the rock, the soul of the moon, the soul of the stream, the soul of the waterfall blend together. It is still the Three-Cast Stone. But the moon of the Lantern Festival. The poetic moonlight. The full moonlight “Spring is the time of a girl/ The moon is smooth/ The moon/ Quietly shines inside you”. The moon enters you or you transform into the moon, in that magical moment nature and man have become one. If you do not open your heart to nature, how can you receive the extraordinary beauty, the metaphysical energy bestowed by heaven and earth. Beauty and energy are only reserved for those who know how to live, love and enjoy.
Source: https://baophuyen.vn/van-nghe/202506/hinh-anh-doc-dao-ve-da-trong-hoa-reu-0851569/
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