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THE MELANCHOLY OF VIETNAM
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Rain strikes plantains I see no tears fall Only these wet still-lifes Left behind Vietnam is melancholy 2 Late at night In a movie by Chen Yingxiong I discover A melancholy Vietnam Remembering the rain falling On the screens of the black-and-white films Deep in my memory 3 In a long poem I once wrote: “Is war truly romantic She looks good posing with the gun As if playing a harp” Writing <The Road Home> Writing about a Vietnamese beauty Who saddens me 4 I want to verify the melancholy Of Vietnam with a friend Who’s been to Vietnam But I just think about it My friend Is not melancholic But the crux of it is he’s Not a person capable of sensing sorrow 5 Speaking of “south of the clouds” Vietnam is the south of this south of the clouds It’s the frontier of the land of clouds And beneath the clouds A great river rushes to the sea 6 Some have taken this as a metaphor For a moist vagina The beauty of it is: America This cock that pokes into everything Suffered a rupture here And since then this self-important man Suffers serious sexual dysfunction Like Ernest Hemingway 7 How could I dare belittle The men here Only using their militia to leave so many Of my compatriots in graves on hillside after hillside That was entirely down to us I’m not saying “a righteous army is bound to win” I want to say: A melancholy man Is the bravest soldier 8 Vietnam is melancholy Rain strikes plantains I see no tears fall Only these wet still-lifes Left behind |
© Yi Sha |
© Translation: 2007, Simon Patton, Tao Naikan, Michael M. Day |