Bài số 24 (Cửa sổ nhà em hé mở) 24 (Your window half opened)

24 (Your window half opened)

Your window half opened and veil half raised you stand there waiting for the bangle-seller to come with his tinsel. You idly watch the heavy cart creak on in the dusty road, and the boatmast crawling along the horizon across the faroff river.

The world to you is like an old woman’s chant at her spinning-wheel, unmeaning rhymes crowded with random images.

But who knows if he is on his way this lazy sultry noon, the Stranger, carrying his basket of strange wares. He will pass by your door with his clear cry, and you shall fling open your window, cast off your veil, come out of the dusk of your dreams and meet your destiny.