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Collecting gold dust for eternal autumn

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Lieutenant Colonel, Doctor, writer Pham Duy Nghia (Deputy Editor-in-Chief of Military Arts Magazine) is known to the public as a writer specializing in writing short stories.
He once won the first prize in the short story contest of the Van Nghe Newspaper with the work “White plum blossom rain”. Not only that, Pham Duy Nghia is also a literary critic with his own personality and point of view. With prose, Pham Duy Nghia said that a good work must have “good story” or “good writing”. With poetry, he is always cautious and cautious about experimental forms, so as not to be fooled by “false innovations”, “pseudo-innovations”.

Those are a few outlines of Pham Duy Nghia to explain the surprises that can happen when the author has just released the collection of poems Cho Eternity Autumn (Literature Publishing House, 2021). In fact, for a writer, it is normal to try and affirm his talent in many genres. It is not uncommon for writers to write novels, short stories, autographs, essays, essays, poems, and engage in literary criticism. So is Pham Duy Nghia. Although, in the preface to the collection of poems, the author foretells that these are only poems of youth (composed in 2000), are “gentle memories” that keep “my soul pure and clear”. time”, but with 30 poems, Cho eternal autumn has revealed a portrait of a poet. Feelings of chaos, confusion, and problems in modern poetry can be partly relieved when we read Pham Duy Nghia’s Cho Eternity Autumn. Poetry brings familiarity and closeness. From Little Red Riding Hood to the Snow Queen, from Danko to Giamilia, from the young maple to the old oak, from the birch forest to the lilac, from the hills and steppe to the vast white snow, from the golden autumn to the crimson sail, from the bunch of green grapes to the swans, from the yellow bush to the fairy castle… we recognize the source of Pham Duy Nghia’s poetic soul. These are Paustovsky, L. Tolstoy, Aitmatov; the other is A.Grin, Grim, HCAndersen; In the distance, a vast yellow color is Levitan, a pride like a flame in M.Gorky’s Danko heart… It can be said that Pham Duy Nghia’s eternal autumn has been revived and born in “” from the school of Soviet culture and literature” and European classics for a while: “For a hundred years, there is still sadness in the afternoon / poplar forest leaves apricots yellower than the sun / the wind lulls me to sleep / golden autumn , golden autumn… (Before Levitan); so innocent of dream forests / Grim green hills” (Fairyland)… Pham Duy Nghia’s poetry is beautiful and clear. The lyrical feeling evoked from the cultural source rich in ideals forms a shiny art world like “sunshine in the trees”. Pham Duy Nghia’s youth may have been earnestly caught up with the desire to live and become noble souls. Beautiful and clear, that is, not clouded by the trivial, narrow, calculated; Not too entangled in pain or brokenness. Is living, loving and passionate, pursuing and dedicating to the cause of life a model of the people of the era that used to be the “dream about” of many generations of Vietnamese teenagers, students, and students?: ” I want to kiss the blue flames/ in the poet’s eyes silently dark/ collect the fallen gold dust to search for agarwood/…/ One day the torch burns out of oil/ they die/ under the yellow leaves and snow/ arrogant laugh/listen to a thousand-year storm” (Torch). The clear and beautiful world of Pham Duy Nghia’s poetry is displayed through color. Color reflects the object of attention (outside) while at the same time revealing the aesthetic vibes (inside) of the poet. For the eternal autumn, the highlight is green and yellow. That shows the haunting charms of the ideal that once existed in the poet’s soul. Blue moonlight, blue sea, blue lake, blue sky, green valley, green hill, blue stream, blue sunset, green garden, green grass, green sprout, green nuggets, blue soul, blue love age, green lover’s eyes, green flower floor, green song, blue rose and wild… dyed a green and clear and intoxicating space. That blue color brings the soul of youth: “Over here / blue sunset / I crave a sad feature of the North; sink deep, my eyes are loving / the sea is bright with the thirst of the world” (Memories of the moon hill) ; “I go to the far distance wind/ blue sky May ecstasy” (Sea sound)… Harmony in the ideal space For eternal autumn is golden light. Golden autumn, golden moon, yellow flowers, yellow sunshine, yellow leaves, yellow carpet, yellow scarf, gold dust, gold beads, golden strokes, blonde hair… aroused in poetic inspiration, dreamy and splendid. Yellow color brightens the space, sifting on the green background sparkling with magical powder: “Autumn is light / coming to the doorstep, crouching / in the garden I walk softly / afraid to step on the yellow autumn” (Four seasons) ; “The poplar forest without leaves is more yellow than the sun” (Before Levitan); “One early morning/wasting under the sky/ canola flowers bloom/ canola flowers interrupt/slight seeds of sunshine are sad seeds/drops of gold on the winter picture” (The Sorrow of Canola flowers); “Saigon at noon/ Shattered corpses of yellow flowers” (Memory train); “Is it the season over there / the sky is blue on this side / the birch is soft with white breasts / autumn is ripe with thousands of trees” (The sound of the sea)… The particular attention, preference or impression of color (blue-yellow-white) really reveals the poet’s “mental structure”. A pure, young, passionate, dreamy soul with idealistic desire has been expressed by the spectrum of colors in the poem painting For Eternal Autumn. This, if we look broadly at the short story – the genre that is considered the mainstay of Pham Duy Nghia’s work, we have more evidence to convince ourselves. Thus, stories or poems are just different manifestations of an artist’s heart who has loved and cherished the fresh green color full of vitality, the shimmering yellow color and the pure white color. Life will change, people will change and art will change, but with what we have entrusted to the eternal autumn, we recognize the face of May, of memory, of passions. raise people.

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