(QBĐT) - Spring God gives people new age
give me a pair of silver threads to make my heart flutter
give me a little blush
a sky of silk clothes drying in the afternoon wind
I suddenly realized I was in love.
a somewhat innocent mustard flower
yellow flowers dye the dream
the old river is still clear now
Spring rain wet shirt waiting
The country road is grassy but there is no one in sight.
smoke and laughter
a flock of fairies teasing people from afar
Return to the young city
email box greeting cards spring
I miss strangers
remember the mustard flower with yellow wind
NGUYEN TRONG TAO
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Spring is always an interesting topic for poets, although it is not new or surprising, and the writer is under a lot of pressure if he wants to write a good poem. With Spring Illusion, poet Nguyen Trong Tao leads readers to a surprise:
God of spring gives people age
give me a pair of silver threads to make my heart flutter
give me a little blush
a sky of silk clothes drying in the afternoon wind
It is also another year, but some people are more beautiful, others are older. The two sketches, rosy cheeks and gray hair , seem not to match, but they are cruelly obvious. And, in that disadvantage, love has appeared with so many expectations, with so many hopes. A love that is more fragile, with more hope, is more passionate and anxious, those two feelings intertwined:
I suddenly realized I was in love.
a somewhat innocent mustard flower
yellow flowers dye the dream
the old river is still clear
The two words “startled” surprise us. So what has been going on from the beginning of the poem until now? A dream, an infatuation, an association? No, that awareness is full of alertness and poetry, no one has ever compared a middle-aged person in love like themselves to a mustard flower by the river (a somewhat naive mustard flower). If peach blossoms, apricot blossoms, mango blossoms, longan blossoms… are the promise of a new season, a season of sweet fruit, then mustard flowers are the embodiment of lateness. Time is like an “old river” that doesn’t know where it has flowed to.
But oh well, worry is like that, just live your dreams to the fullest:
Spring rain wet shirt waiting
The country road is grassy but there is no one in sight.
smoke and laughter
a group of fairies teasing people from afar
In the illusion, all the beautiful and wonderful things appear. A deserted road (a country road with grass but no people in sight), full of mysterious ghosts (smoke and laughter), both wild and primitive. That attraction makes people recklessly plunge into the illusion without fear anymore. After all, after many years, knowing how to love is still happiness. But then, all beautiful dreams fade away, all illusions disappear, leaving only the questions of reality:
Return to the young city
email box greeting cards spring
I miss strangers
remember the mustard flower with yellow wind
“Stranger” who makes us infatuated and miss like that is no longer a stranger. Just like the mustard flower, even though it is at the end of the season, it does not wither but remains sweetly “as a dream”. The poem ends with an unfinished love, there is nothing worthy of establishing a bond but it is not heartless either…
Spring is like that, familiar yet surprising, as if everything is present but full of illusion. Illusion from the beautiful charm, from the beauty and illusion even for our own hearts…
Bui Viet Phuong
Source: https://www.baoquangbinh.vn/van-hoa/202502/tho-chon-loi-binh-ao-giac-mua-xuan-2224477/
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