NGUYEN ANH NONG
WRITING IN THE HISTORIC MUSEUM OF THE ARMY
(to the hero of the Army Le Ma Luong)
The time is rough and fossilized
The space is lumped, then sublimated
- There, a little girl holding an ancient pot
steps out from the endlessness.
On the lawn: an old artillery is exposing
which once fired The Thunder, The Ghost (1) into pieces
The power of the fanatics now lies there, being dumbfounded
No one can't compare the tenderness of flowers to my little girl?
Oh, how beautiful you are!
I desire you – so much that – I forget my tiredness
The closer I'm to you, the farther I'm from the Death
You, my little girl, the immortal angel, turn into the poetry.
(1) Names of US war-planes which are displayed here
Ngày dịch: 19.3.2008