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A poem in Vietnamese by Trần Thị Linh NhânTranslator: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm I call the wind home to the unreachableI call the moon home to withered leavesthe unsteady day moves on to musicthe sad sunset soaking in liniment [dầu gió nâu] I call you from impermanence?black and white eaves moss strewn momentsflies the pigeonmy…
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