New poems by Ho Si Binh

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 half way met 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.

HSB

Source: https://baoquangtri.vn/chum-tho-moi-cua-ho-si-binh-185009.htm