NL (1930 / Vietnam)

Bark Of Clouds

Who has brought here dark clouds this afternoon?
To spread over the young girl's shoulders spare,
And stick solitude slantingly over her head of hair.
Who has brought here dark clouds this afternoon?

Her eyes get tired of the violet horizon scrutinizing
Where flies a lonely bird she can't help realizing.
Her hand closes the robe flap of autumn dim dew
That the wind raises the perfumed incense through.

Hot tears with cold pain agony causes to impregnate,
She drifts along with her country's unfortunate fate.
The roses in her cheeks gradually lose coloration,
She hesitates her steps sore at the time of separation.

There he rests, embraced in his dear native soil
On the devastated fatherland for the enemy to spoil.
Who is responsible for deaths and dole to betide?
Leaving her a piteous widow on the windy roadside.

Who has brought here dark clouds this afternoon?
To spread over the young girl's shoulders spare,
And stick solitude slantingly over her head of hair.
Who has brought here dark clouds this afternoon?

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Comments (1)

Beautiful piece of poetry, well conceived and elegantly embellished in poetic rhyme and rhythm. Thanks for sharing Nhuan and do remain enriched.