LE THI CHUNG

 

 

O Night

 

Let My Spirit Loosen

returning to the riverbank

wide as the open sky.

It drifts—

to every direction, every place

sliding through one dawn after another.

 

Each night,

 

I shoulder a life of quiet poverty.

The wind arrives, picking a fight.

The body thins,

runs out of breath.

 

Is there still, somewhere,

the smile I once had—

pure, untouched by time?

 

Midnight Strings

 

pull the moon closer

An attic room

 

Rebirth

For Mai

 

In a wave of sadness, I call myself

memory—

light, neatly folded

 

Wait for me,

I’m coming back

to tune the strings

 

The wind learns how to speak,

sings into words

your wide sleeves lift and fly

 

Spreading,

covering everything—

sky

and cloud

 

LE THI CHUNG