Poetry by Le Thanh Xuan

To date, he has published 14 poetry collections and won many poetry awards at the provincial and central levels. Le Thanh Xuan's poetry is imbued with memories of his homeland, with familiar images that contain the author's soul and emotions. These lines of poetry are not only realistic but also have a surreal tone, making the landscape seem to be immersed in a nostalgic mist, sometimes gentle, sometimes haunting. Not only is his poetry nostalgic for his homeland, it is also imbued with philosophy of life.

He cherishes the simple values ​​of his homeland, from parental love, neighborly love to profound lessons of national morality. It is not only the voice of an individual but also a reminder of love for one’s homeland, roots and the appreciation of simple things in life.

LAND...

I am as silent as the roots of a spear

Wherever you go, you will see the land of dragons and fairies.

Eyes just opened to touch the East Sea with waves

Turn back to see the mountain and copper city

Mother's clay pot rice has cooled down

I still go swallow the storm

The Northern frontier is beating like a drum

The land transforms into a rainbow shape

You and the land are eternal blood

Thank you for your bare feet

The green slanted palm hills of Lac Viet region

Incense smoke lingers in Hung Temple

 

The chaos of war nourishes our people to excel.

Wild mind nurtures intelligence

The land shaped many heroes and warriors

Victory over the enemy was not accidental?

Night wandering, the sound of the cauldron's cry pierces the earth

The rivers are busy with arrows

The crab is still busy when you are away.

Draw your country on the sands of adventure.

(December 27, 2024)

YOUR HOUSE IN CU LAO

Your house is an old house

Moss-covered tiled roof lies face down in silence

A column is still a column, carrying the soul of wood.

The sound of termites crying is heartbreaking.

The ancient oil tree stands tall in the large garden.

Temple bells follow the rhythm of the river

The afternoon sun casts shadows, the space is bustling

Life is carefree without contracts

The river is a witness to the rise and fall of a time.

The river stands watching the sky change.

Rich and poor, suddenly rising from the ground

The drops of water in the river of life still flow clearly

You no longer have time to dream

Sadness sent to river, faith sent to Buddha

Age is sent into the old figure

Wine bottles, shrimp, crab... make fire starters

So the island was once great

I visited my friend last afternoon across the street.

The moon falls on the river, the wine is sober and drunk

Le Thanh Xuan

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