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poem by Bùi Cháttranslation by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm In the middle of the first line – when you first put pen to paperAnd the full stop. Once you are rather satisfiedWith A period that Went on and on An emptiness that could Imprison a person’s lifeFrom such a point poetry is bornTo then Disappear…
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