A poem in Vietnamese by Thanh Tâm TuyềnTranslator: Nguyễn Thị Phương TrâmPhotography: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm Six Senses Con Dao Breathe easy the thin air up high Reserve breaths in the pole’s icy wind Ironclad cold. – Behind the coming and going of clouds Beneath the deep dark soil Sounds like. A disappearance. – The […]
High rising — Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm
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