Đinh Trường Chinh | April – tháng tư (1)

Please read the outstanding poetry shared.


By Đinh Trường Chinh, translation by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm


NB. It took me three years to fully translate the poem, perhaps it was not within my vernacular, perhaps I had found it was difficult for me to bring back to the surface such personal pain. I don’t truly know. But, I often find the words choked up at the back of my throat, the pause. The pause of three years.



I’ve got nothing to lose

no Saigon childhood

no mornings sitting at Brodard

nor La Pagode at dusk

nor Đêm Màu Hồng

nor Tự Do

no longer are the cool shades along Duy Tân

nor sugary lemonade sweetened via your lips .



there’s nothing I desire

not a poem in my attache

standing in front of Gia Long 

no Thái Thanh’s endless separation

no Thanh Thuý’s the tears upon the dance floor

no Bích…

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