in my heart the butterflies 
your fingers the essence of flowers, cleanse
the unworthy flesh of a woman

a severed century
the blissful anguish

I’m jealous of a shadow
a light that isn’t mine
I’m blinded

by the curving meadow
I’m envious of
the soft grass at your feet
the grit between your toes
the blood through your veins
the butterflies in your heart.

April 11,2021

Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm, the blogger, poet, and translator, was born in 1971 in Phu Nhuan, Saigon, Vietnam. The pharmacist currently lives and works in Western Sydney, Australia.

By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

There's magic in translating a body of work from one language to another.

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