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Anh mơ thấy hai chúng mình đã chết

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Anh mơ thấy hai chúng mình đã chết
Ta nằm đây với ánh mắt yên lòng
Cả hai chiếc quan tài đều trắng toát
Người ta đặt kề bên.

Khi nào ta từng nói rằng: “Quá đủ”?
Đã lâu chưa và có y nghĩa gì?
Nhưng thật lạ lùng tim không đau khổ
Và con tim không khóc, thấy lạ ghê.

Và tình cảm bất lực đến lạ lùng
Những y nghĩ giá băng trong sáng quá
Bờ môi không còn khao khát ước mong
Dù bờ môi vẫn tuyệt vời muôn thuở.

Thế là hết: hai chúng mình đã chết
Ta nằm đây với ánh mắt yên lòng
Cả hai chiếc quan tài đều trắng toát
Người ta đặt kề bên.

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Today I see your gaze is especially sad, / And your hands embracing your knees, especially thin. / Listen: far, far away on Lake Chad* / A slender giraffe is grazing. / / Bestowed with the luxury of harmonious grace, / Its skin is decorated in patterns, so magical / That only the shad...

Lake Chad

On mysterious Lake Chad / Among the ancient baobabs / Guided by majestic Arabs / The carved-out feluccas scud / Among the trees along the banks / And from foothills spread with green, / To terrible gods, the maidens chant, / Priestesses with ebony skin. / / I was the wife of a mig...

The Tale of the Kings

"We are the splendid and strong, / Youthful kings, who glide, / Like clouds high in the sky, / Above the mirage of the lands. / / With eternal songs and dances / We erect a new temple. / Let us be drunk with the purple / That surely will stream from its windows. / / A window to...


In barren halls and secluded corridors / Today merry maskers were amassing, / Today in parlors, variegated colors / Like mad whirlwinds, swept through, dancing. / / They snaked about beneath dragons and moons, / Chinese vases were tossed among them, / Torches flamed and lutes strings ...

The Suicide

You let go and breathe deep / With an expectancy of rest, / And for the last time you see / The wallpaper and the carpet. / / From the lip of the patterned goblet / The ruddy wine dribbles; / Painstakingly you wipe it / With a sponge made from coral. / / The shadow of a blush /...


Alongside the reeds of the sluggish Nile / Where birds and butterflies flit in the sun, / Lies the forgotten tomb’s rubble / Of a tyrannical and seductive Queen. / / The hazy night spreads deceptions, / White wisps of fog shift through the air / The moon is like a guilt-ridden s...