POEMS OF NGUYỄN THỊ THÙY LINH (Vietnam)

 
NGUYỄN THỊ THÙY LINH (Vietnam)
 
Nguyễn Thị Thùy Linh, born in 1991,  is a poetess  and literary translator who now lives in Hai Phong City, Vietnam. She received her Bachelor's Degree in Economics from Hanoi National Economic University. She was awarded “The Gold Moon of 6-8 poetry Prize,” the highest prize given by The Elder Newspaper and Website lucbat.com (co-organizer), under the auspices of Vietnamese Fatherland Front Central Committee and Buddisht Sangha of Vietnam. She won the Second Prize in a poetry contest awarded by “Văn nghệ quân đội” literary magazine for the years of 2015-2016.  She has translated and published two books, a children's book titled “The twin dolls to the earth” (Publishing House of The Vietnam Writer’s Association, 2016) written by Milutin Đuričković (Serbia) and a poetry collection called “Wings of the darkness” (Publishing House of The Vietnam Writer’s Association, 2018) composed by Raed Aljishi (Saudi Arabia). Her poetry has been translated and published in many languages.
 
 
 
 
PLAYING GUZHENG IN ROSE GARDEN
 
Where the petals gather many tears
Who or mist shadow is gently shaking the guzheng’s rhythm
The wind flows through slender fingers, sobbing
Ask the morning if  the spring of the past
Being present and filling with so many voices and scents
How to cover, how to forget
When the sky drags the earth along
 
Strum up, strum up, the strings are tight                 
The past - present - future are transmigration in each refrain
The meeting place is a farewell place too
The paths we hurriedly past away
Looking at ourselves in our past mirror
The guzheng sound  rushes like rain pouring on our chest
The leaf has just fallen, tearing a heart stem
 
How can we take refuge when everywhere  is ourselves fragmentation
Fingernails dig into guzheng strings, aching the flesh of previous life
Tears of roses flow
Red tears of distilled fragrance
 
There are no more farmers picking flowers in the morning
The flowers flown away, the petals disintegrated already
The scent has all dissipated, the earth misses
Who sits playing guzheng  like a mist.

 
MOUNTAIN MUSIC
 
Finding the way into the mountain
Wandering like a little dove
Forgetting the grey-brown wings
 
Flower petals falling on the cool rock
Willing to shed everything to lie down
Watching the sky sprinkle on the mountain's body
Soft clouds as stalactite smoke
 
The flower has been sleeping for a long time on the rock's chest
Gently moving in a dream
Wearing a different colored dress
Covering the cracked rock
 
Old stories still leave fragrance in my hair
Whispering of fingers
Writing on the rock face
Washing away the rock heart
Falling leaves stirring
Hugging myself full of love
 
The sound of guzheng vibrates gently in the wind
The lover couple like as thin silk entwined…
 

WITH YOU
 
Flying around  the thin clouds
Every morning I wake up
 
Always feeling protected
By the invisible scent
 
Gently rotating the small globe
Your face revolves around me
 
The flower pressed between the pages
The colors flow into the pistil
 
Imagining of melting into the rain to see you
Covering me with a dry cloud again.