rain | Lê Vĩnh Tài

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A poem in Vietnamese by Lê Vĩnh Tài
Translator: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

clouds
signals your disappearance
into clouds of sadness

furthest from heaven
you’re in a storm
in the coming rain

when it rains you sense that
the sky was home with grey ceilings

nothing but lightning
and thunder
and something smaller
and you could feel
every drop

every drop of loneliness

the rain will always place me
beneath you

mưa


mặc dù những đám mây
thông báo rằng bạn đã biến mất
vào đám mây buồn

những tầm xa nhất của thiên đàng
bạn sẽ cảm thấy cơn bão
mà mưa mang tới

bạn chỉ biết khi trời mưa
bầu trời như căn nhà có trần màu xám

chỉ có sấm sét
và một cái gì đó nhỏ hơn
bạn cảm thấy từng giọt

từng giọt
và bạn một mình

mưa sẽ luôn đặt tôi
bên dưới bạn
_____
NOVEMBER 2019


Lê Vĩnh Tài, the poet and translator born in 1966 in Buon Ma Thuot, Daklak, Vietnam. The retired doctor is still a resident of the Western Highlands and a businessman in Buon Ma Thuot.

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.

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10 comments

    1. Is meaning that important?

      since feeling is first
      who pays any attention
      to the syntax of things
      will never wholly kiss you;

      wholly to be a fool
      while Spring is in the world

      my blood approves,
      and kisses are a better fate
      than wisdom
      lady i swear by all flowers. Don’t cry
      – the best gesture of my brain is less than
      your eyelids’ flutter which says

      we are for each other; then
      laugh, leaning back in my arms
      for life’s not a paragraph

      And death i think is no parenthesis

      E. E. Cummings

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      1. heheh, I’m picking on you.. it’s okay, I just envy your youth.. 🙂 Let me tell you a secret: the reason I started to translate anything half a decade ago was because the words drew me in, but I had no idea what it meant.. The “experts” keeps saying how amazing I was, my poor grasp of the Vietnamese language and yet I could translate poetry of all things.. I thought it was obvious, I translated into a language I am familiar with with the hope of understanding some of it. Some poems evolved for me over the years as my grasp for their vernacular grew stronger, but the origina; feeling remains true to the very first moment I read it. Like love at first sight. I read so much poetry that I find most poetry like most human condition strenuous and boring, most people never try.. they walk through life like zombies like their poetry. They spend so much time worrying how it all looks, but they fail to be sincere. I prefer a badly written with sincerity than a well written one that taste like cardboard… heheh– thanks for putting up with my verbal diarrhoea

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      2. Hahahah “verbal diarrhea” 😂😂😂 whatever you think of what you wrote, I love it! On that note, I hope my poetry doesn’t taste like cardboard to you! 😯 If any of it does, I am so so so so so soooooo open to feedback pleaseeeee!! 🙏🏾🙏🏾

        A while ago, my relationship with my best friend crumbled. I was LIVID at him because he’s the one who was crumbling the relationship while I was screaming, suffering and trying to save the pieces. At the very end of our relationship, he wrote me a poem. I spent nearly 3 years reading the poem—lost as could be of its meaning—until one day I realized: the poem is an apology letter where he explains (super poetically 🙄) how I changed his life for the best, that the end is all his fault, but why he couldn’t be in the relationship anymore. So, in a way, I get what you mean by some poems evolved for you over the years. Anyways, wow, that kid was always a much much much better poet than I was (and maybe could ever be)—and he never even tried! It’s a shame that such good talent is going to waste.

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      3. It’s life, it’s complicated, and letting go is not easy. Embracing one’s nature/gift is something else for another day perhaps? But, one thing I do know is that when you’re not ready, you’re not ready, no one else can tell you otherwise. Here’s cheer to Sir Charles the Poet!

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