Poems of Tran Hung (Vietnam)

Poet Mr. Tran Hung
 
Poet Tran Hung with birthday name is Tran Xuan Hung. Born on December, 4th 1957 at Nga Quan, Tran Yen District, Yen Bai Province, Vietnam. Now living in Cao Bang city, Cao Bang Province. Tran Hung started writing since 1981, member of Vietnam Writers Association. He has won a number of Vietnamese and international awards, including the Vietnam Writers' Association Award in 2015 for collection of poems "Night Garden", Southeast Asia writers award in 2017  for collection of poems "Night Garden".
The works by Tran Hung :
- Call friends, collection of poems, Thanh Nien Publishing House 1991
- Village Dream, collection of poems, Publishing House of Vietnam Writers Association, 1998
- Tham Thac, collection of poems, Publishing House of Vietnam Writers Association, 2015
- Night Garden, collection of poems, Publishing House of Vietnam Writers Association, 2015
- Collection 0f Tran Hung poetry, Publishing House of Vietnam Writers Association, 2018
- Far season, collection of poems, Publishing House of Vietnam Writers Association, 2019
 
 
BREAKING UP
 
I have only tonight with you
After the rain, you are sleeping
Peacefully like roots in the earth
 
The moon is coming down,
Window of sky frame is a dreamy silver color
Looking at you, I am looking at the silent trees
My heart is heavy as the rooster calls
Houses are deeply peaceful
 
My darling,
Don’t go to the station at dusk
Horn of the train sounds so far
Don’t be alone tomorrow night please
If you sit alone, the night tree will fall
Night heart will be broken
The star’s light will be gone
When you know I never come back.
 
 
THE FISH MOTHER

The fish mother is stuck
Her eyes open as wide as lotus seeds in a lotus bowl
And gently moves along the fishing line
…
Cannot be in pain in freedom
Since her fries as tiny as blood spots
Are rumbling and spreading all over her body.
 
 
THREE O’CLOCK
 
In the night I think about you
my little friends
my pink and smooth friends
my wrinkled friends
Adding a little extra light –
the hands are heavy
Adding a little extra dark –
the hands are heavy
Then what will happen when the dust of this life
Adds to my palms, adds to yours
Belongs to my body, belong to yours
What will happen to the young and tender, what will happen to the barren
Searching in night grass, seeing an old poem
Searching in the old poem, seeing a grass brooch an old friend dropped
and I can’t stand, I become as quiet as the farthest star
Tonight, how many people miss their old friends, how many sleeps perfume gently, how many dreams are broken
And I can’t stand,
I am as quiet as the farthest star
I am sad for me, I am sad for this life
And I love myself, I love this life
Although sometimes I am a soggy rice cake
Every morning I want to nurture the color of leaves in me
Every morning I want to nurture the color of river in me
I want to melt dreamily in leaves, to rest dreamily in water
My thoughts hurt not just one person, I know
But I will go, my friends, please don’t blame me
And you are still in me, by my side
my little friends
my pink and smooth friends
my wrinkled friends…