A poem in Vietnamese by Lê Vĩnh TàiTranslator: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm A poet was taking a stroll. A parrot saw him passing its house, squealed:– Ay, mate!The poet turned, curious:– Yes?– Mate, your poetry sucks.The poet was beyond himself, pushed through the front door, demanded an explanation from the parrot’s owner:– Your parrot was…

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