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QUEN THUỘC Có những con đường quen thuộc cũ Từ ngày đôi lứa mới yêu nhau. Tóc nàng phủ xõa lên vai gã, Tiếng nói người thương quá ngọt-ngào. Những chuyện không đề, không đoán được, Ðêm này chưa hết, tiếp đêm mai. Cổng nhà chặng ấy quen không khép Lũ chó tuôn theo cứ sủa hoài. Tay nhỏ ngang mày che ánh chói, Có cô con gái lãng văn-bài, Bâng-khuâng một phút hồn trinh-nữ, Chừng mộng ngày mai, mộng với ai... Lâu lắm, hôm nay về nẻo thuộc, Chúng mình sống lại tuổi hai mươi; Sau lưng tiếng chó ùa theo sủa, Chồng vợ nhìn nhau ngặt-nghẽo cười. Thuở ấy ân-tình mà gãy đổ, Lòng nào thanh-thản tối hôm nay: Ði trên đường cũ đầy quen thuộc, Trời rộng ghì trong bốn cánh tay... THANH THANH NẮNG QUÊ HƯƠNG Gửi người em sắp rời Sàigòn Em sang đây mang giùm anh chút nắng! Nắng Sàigòn - Hà Nội - Nắng quê hương Nắng ngày xưa em nhặt ở sân trường Đem hong gió thu vàng hay ép sách Em cũng nhớ mang vầng trăng nguyệt bạch Dải mây hồng uốn éo nét thanh tân Hái giùm anh vài chục nụ tầm xuân Làm quà tặng những người thân, bạn hữu Ghé bờ hồ ngắt mấy cành dương liễu thật xanh tươi để anh nhớ hồ Gươm Ðền Ngọc Sơn! Hãy vào thắp nén hương Rồi thu xếp cho hành trang xuất ngoại! À còn nữa! Cả một thời mê mải Huế - Ngọ môn - Trăng vẫn giãi sông Hương! Núi Ngự Bình đang kể lể niềm riêng Thôn Vĩ Dạ tình người thơ vời vợi! Nhớ nghe em! Ðừng để anh ngóng đợi! Một chút tình - Một nắm đất quê hương Nơi hồn anh ấp ủ nặng tình thương Dù xa lắm vẫn ngậm ngùi tưởng nhớ! THÁNG CHÍN NHỚ QUÊ Quê tháng chín bây giờ ra sao nhỉ Những ngôi nhà vẫn dầu dãi trong mưa? Cạnh bờ ao những dàn bầu, dàn bí Lá úa vàng còn dăm trái đong đưa Đường ngập nước có những nơi lầy lội Một đàn trâu đang bì bõm dưới sông Bác nông phu nhìn trời gieo mạ vội Thóc nẩy mầm có lúa cấy mùa Đông Gió heo may tự triền cao núi thẳm Thổi vi vu theo điệu sáo mơ hồ Khu rừng sồi lá đổi mầu đỏ thắm Cạnh bờ sông con nước lũ cuồng xô Bữa cơm chiều khói vương trên mái bếp Cả gia đình đòan tụ cạnh mâm cơm Những đứa trẻ tắm ngòai mưa lếch thếch Vào bếp hồng ngồi sưởi ấm tay chân Quê tháng chín mẹ nhìn trời lo lắng Mong trời êm cho mưa thuận gió hòa Theo sau trâu, cha hồn nhiên lẳng lặng Đem sức người làm mạch sống thăng hoa! VU VƠ Nàng thơ từ tranh ra Gió đêm động bức mành Ở đâu là vườn Thúy Ở đâu hội Ðạp thanh? Người rời ga thế kỉ Về kịp hội hoa đăng Thuật ngữ không tận ý chờ đã mấy mùa trăng Bích câu thơm dấu giày Cỏ hoa thiên đường đây Nàng nét gầy thu cúc, đẹp nét thắm xuân mai! Sầu - Hững hờ gương lược Mái Tây để oanh buồn Kiếp sau hay kiếp trước Mưa Ngâu dòng lệ tuôn Người từ thiên niên kỉ Cố tri gặp hòa vui Thơ, rượu say túy lúy Nhìn nhau mà ngậm ngùi!

FAMILIAR There are paths and persons known to each other Since the couple began to date one another. Her hair flowing over his shoulder used to rejoice; And how sweet did sound the sweetheart’s voice! Unexpected chats though without themes were bright And thus continued endlessly night after night. The gates usually were not shut at that section: Unchained dogs followed us, barking to no objection. Covering her sight from the dazzle with a small hand, There was a schoolgirl with homework gone bland; Stirred in her innermost virginal soul of a gal, She seemed to dream a moment of some future pal. Here tonight to this old path familiar since long ago We are coming back to revive our youth glow. Husband and wife at dogs barking and running after Look at one another, convulsed with laughter. Were our love in those green days let to disappear, How could we have our easy mind in this night sphere: We walk on the old path of familiarity permanent And embrace in our four arms the wide firmament... THANH THANH OUR NATIVE COUNTRY’S SUNSHINE My dear! When you come here, please bring me some pieces of sunshine from Saigon and Hanoi. These two pieces represent the whole nation’s sunshine. That was the same piece of sunshine that you picked up from our school yard when you were a schoolgirl, And very respectfully and carefully, you put it to the Fall wind or between two pages of your dictionary to save them. Also, please bring me the old crystal bright moon, and some long pieces of pink cloud. As gifts for my relatives and friends, please bring me two dozen beautiful blue roses. I’m sure you would have used the train to go to Guom Lake almost everyday. Please pick some green willow branches for me to remember the lake itself. By the way you also should go to Ngoc Son temple to light some fragrant incenses remembering your deceased beloved. Then, go home and prepare well for your trip to the foreign country as you planned. However, I have much more to remember and to tell you. When I was very young, I was fascinated by our old capital, Hue city is always lovely with Ngo Mon, the royal gate. Its crystalline moon gives the brilliant blue light to the quiet and calm Huong River, while Ngu Binh mountain also has its own story to tell, The Vi Da hamlet with the poet’s deep and loyal love. Bring me everything as I told you, please! Don’t let me wait! And more! How about a little love and a little piece of soil of our fatherland where I can permanently put my spirit and soul in it? I always miss and love our native country though it is very far from here, my dear! Xuân Vũ TRẦN ĐÌNH NGỌC MISSING MY NATIVE VILLAGE IN SEPTEMBER What’s happening to my native village in September? The endurable houses are standing in the long lasting, saddening heavy rain, There are frameworks for calabash-trees and pumpkins near the pond bank. Their leaves turn to yellow while some of their fruits are still on the framework shaking under the north wind. Some segments of the main road are flooded because the water rose from the big river, A herd of buffalo is wallowing in the muddy water. My father is sowing quietly the grain in order to have rice-plants for the Winter. The cold, northern wind is blowing from the high mountains, causing the musical instrument on the kite sounds vaguely like a flute’s. The red-leaf oak forest is standing near the river where the water is running so fast like a strong waterfall. The smoke flies over the kitchen roof of every house showing that it is dinner time. The whole family sits around the table, Some wet and cold children come back from the heavy rain outside, They use heat in the kitchen to warm and dry their shivering bodies. It is our native village in September, when Fall is about to commence. Knowing the weather is very important for us, So my mother often checks with the sky, hoping no hurricane, no disaster for our lives to be in peace. While my father calmly and quietly walks behind his buffalo in the rice field. He plows acre after acre, He is striving to use human effort to improve life. Xuân Vũ TRẦN ĐÌNH NGỌC THE VAGUE THOUGHTS The poetic beauty gets out from a famous, colorful painting, While the night breeze softly moves the blind. Where is the “Thuy” garden where the couple set a fatal date? And where is the “Dap Thanh” Festival, the place for young people to enjoy the new Spring? The poet leaves the “Station of the century”. He’ll be coming back to the capital on time to attend the night festival of “Flowered Lanterns”. Good words don’t have enough meaning to describe his brimful joy in his mind, For he has to desperately wait for several moon cycles. Bich Cau, a small, green hamlet, is still fragrant because the fairy left the traces of her shoes on the grassy paths, It is really the paradise with beautiful plants and flowers. The beauty is as delicate as the yellow chrysanthemums in Fall, She also is as gorgeous as the pink peach flowers in Spring. She wants to use neither mirror nor comb because she is missing her poetic lover very much, The place where she lives - Mai Tay - becomes sad, influencing even some swallows flying around! The poet and the beauty don’t know if they’re belong to this life or the other one in a reincarnation. They just see the long lasting rain of July - Mua Ngau - making them sad and cry because of the harsh separation from each other. It seems they were living during a millenium, Now they meet each other after a long wait, and sweet joy bursts suddenly that can’t be described by words, Beautiful poems and spirit are being served. They all get drunk later on, Then they stare into each other’s eyes, recognizing that they are all compassionately sad! Grand Canyon, AZ Spring 1988 Xuân Vũ TRẦN ĐÌNH NGỌC

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