VIẾT MỖI NGÀY / APRIL 26, 2018
Poem in a Strange Language
Bài thơ trong ngôn ngữ
Nàng là vợ Lot, thân thể trần trụi
Trên mặt đất đen của Sodom
Poem in a Strange
Fall back to earth, lightly. And stars,
Propulsars of angels, die in a swift burn.
And half the angels have fallen below the horizon.
Re-charge the drowned woman
Floating in the bitter lake,
Her hair gold as their blood, her face amazed.
She is Lot's wife, her naked body
Sustained by the salt she has loosened from,
And as her eyes open, grain
Turns green-golden on the black earth of Sodom.
Anna Akhmatova, as I enter my love—
Without understanding anything
Except its beauty and law.
Movements lifts lightly the fruit
Of a painful harvest and moves
With singing vowels away from death.