the chill

A poem in Vietnamese by Hoàng Xuân Sơn
Translator: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm
Photography: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

T H E   C H I L L


Everywhere to the touch icy

the consumables



the odd sardonic verse

water. the water freezing

there in the dark hovering darkness

no one left skiing

the snow. the blood




a glass of red wine

in furtive guileful hues


December 2021


L  Ạ  N  H


Rờ đâu cũng thấy lạnh

thực phẩm



câu thơ biếm vào số lẻ

nước. nước lạnh ré

nơi góc tối

hằng hà đóng băng

không còn ai trượt tuyết giờ này

tuyết. và máu

những ngón tay



ly rượu đỏ

lấm lét màu cờ


hoàng xuân sơn

24 tháng mười hai 2019

Hoàng Xuân Sơn 

A renowned poet, born 1942, writes under various pseudonyms: Hoàng Xuân Sơn, Sử Mặc, Hoàng Hà Tỉnh, Vô Ðịnh… 

Hometown: Vỹ Dạ, Huế.

Lý Thường Kiệt Primary  

Bán Công High School and Quốc Học Huế High School

Bachelor of philosophy, and postgraduate of political science and commerce at The university of Văn Khoa Sài Gòn. 

Worked at the Ministry of Transport and Communication, a branch of the General Department of Postal Service of the Republic of Vietnam.

After 1975 worked in the Postal Office for 7 years. December 1981 settled in Montreal, Canada.

The poet’s career span from 1970 to the present day his work has been published in many literary publications. In vietnam: Văn, Chính Văn, Diễn  Ðàn, Khởi Hành, Nghiên Cứu Văn Học, Ðối Diện, Thân Hữu, Xây Dựng Nông Thôn, Ngưỡng Cửa, Nhà Văn. Outside of Vietnam: Làng Văn, Văn Học, Văn, Thế Kỷ 21, Chủ Ðề,  Sóng, Sóng Văn, Nắng Mới, Saigon Times, Hợp Lưu, Phố Văn,  Gío Văn , Canh Tân, Ði Tới, tạp chí Thơ. 

Collaborating platforms: Litviet (U.S.A), Tienve (Australia), Vanchuongviet… and the translations of his poetry into English by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm on SONGNGUTAITRAM.

Published work:

Viễn Phố (thơ, Việt Chiến xb 1988)

Huế Buồn Chi (thơ,93)

Lục Bát (thơ, 2005)


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.


    1. like yesterday when someone tried to throw a full plastic water bottle they tried to steal out of spite at me as I chased after them while all the patron in the medical centre stared and did nothing, out of shock LOL… the guy hesitate staring at this small Asian woman, who looked like she came out from some cliché American comedy, he changed his mind and threw it under arm instead, the bottle rolled and it ended up right at my feet. :)))

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