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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