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Poet Ho Si Binh was born in 1953 in Vo Thuan, Trieu Phong, Quang Tri. He is a member of the Vietnam Writers Association, currently living and working in Da Nang City. In his published books of prose and poetry, he always confided his sadness and nostalgia for his homeland; memories of heavy debts to life; people in many lands, leaving in the poet's soul many feelings and affections... Quang Tri Online respectfully introduces a collection of poems recently composed at Dai Lai Writing Camp by poet Ho Si Binh, with a different realm of thought...
Quan Ho Lovesickness
I wish I could be you
but who is there?
the sentence of meeting halfway he sang
know how to make teeth with me
two is one, one plus one is two
The song is forever uncertain
The amorous Duong River flows through Kinh Bac
fell in love with Quan Ho and was flirtatious all her life.
I went to Do Temple with Thuan Thanh.
love Duong river a lifetime standing waiting
Who else can lean on the boat to feel less lonely?
why do people have to suffer
song of love for you
I keep it in my heart to cross the river...
By the painting of Ho village
Know Dong Ho paintings since childhood
I have recognized the small alley around.
chickens pigs cats and mice
rustic folk with mother and me
cool breeze drizzle
mouse wedding childhood days
also bustling to welcome spring
Duong River across the Northeast monsoon
I crossed the river of memories to meet Dong Ho again.
saw mother wearing a scarf going to Tet market
old painting warms the house
I met Hoang Cam again at the old wharf.
where is the soul, the paper has color
passionate love teenage dream
night dream pouring wine looking at painting suddenly remember myself.
Red cotton tree in Vinh Phuc
Take off all your clothes and show off your red color
hold each other and let go of the hammock with a little fragrant lips
bare branches of joy like opening and closing
March goes to comfort the sad spring
Vinh Phuc cheeks are red like wine
let me drunkenly dream of flower colors
when I woke up suddenly surrounded by rain
petals fall in the middle of the field
The sky is blue and I think I'm at a disadvantage
the whole lake is full of flowers
I can't bear to let the season go.
afraid of people returning absent-mindedly the shade of the trees is sparse.
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