SOME THINGS ABOUT THE POET TRAN DAN
He's the man who doesn't cry for his own suffering
But "cries for the horizon where there are no flying men" (*)
And "cries for flying men who don't have the horizon" (*)
He's the man who looks for the Clean Season
Isn't the earth clean?
Isn't the sky clean?
But how can the Pure Season be born?
He's the man who makes his poems a cane
Walking along with his whole changing life
And now a cane is the witness
Knocks into the time
Knocks into the feebleness, the damp, the mould
Then it smiles mercifully.
(*) poems of Tran Dan