Carrying a broken stick on her head
she walks and sings
Evening comes gradually at the end of the street
She walks and sings
Fragments of a tranquil song
break in my heart
Alas, the madness of tile and brick
Please sing and sing again
of all the destruction
you carry in your head
Black dog, black night: Contemporary Vietnamese Poetry.
Edited and translated by Nguyen Do and Paul Hoover.
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