Noon in the highlands in the poetic garden of Nguyen Xuan Tham

The poem ‘Noon’ by Nguyen Xuan Tham, is also a wharf of ‘golden sunshine’, in that poetic noon river.

Artwork/INT. Afternoon lying in the fields High wind overflowing hut. Sweet fibrous fruit Follow the birdsong In the grove of birds. Buffalo chewing grass Good night sleep Blue sky face The eyes are also green Hammer sound búa The mountains around Spring spinning water Fences of yards Rice overflows the valley Run as long as a wave Howling birdsong Also flows in a stream. Afternoon lying in the fields Listen to the bustling life Bees fly like waking up Golden noon sunshine. Noon (The sound of flying bees, 1959) The atmosphere of the quiet, sunny afternoons in the countryside, whether it’s lowland or lowland, seems like nothing is poetic, but through Huy Can’s sympathy, the midday spirit suddenly appeared. lively: “The whole world in the middle of the afternoon is hot Hugging, pregnant with something…” The feeling of noon has become a flowing stream. From the gentle white sunshine, there are cuckoos, yellow butterflies and couples standing by the garden of love, in the old folk songs, until today, there are couples who don’t know what to hate but break the noonday light. : “The noonday ball was just round, but suddenly it broke in two!” It was a midday in the late spring to summer, the weather was windy, to the point that the tall hut was overflowing with wind; The rice has not yet entered the harvest, but it still flows like a river, filling the whole valley, and the sound of the birds chirping heralding the ripe lychee season, continues endlessly, to the point that it also flows into a stream of sound like flowing water. The wind spills, the colors spill, the sound spills… all in lines, in sharp lines, creating a unique, all-encompassing background for the mid-afternoon picture of the mountainous region. On the background of that color and sound, the author continues to sketch the detailed lines: Sweet fibrous fruit Follow the birdsong In the grove of birds. With a sensitive soul, the poet has captured the subtle vibrations in the heart of the scene. After the quiet appearance of the fruit, the flesh is gradually stretching, giving the fruit more berry, the sweet taste is richer, making the fruit more sweet. All the resources of life seem to be multiplied by the sound of birds chirping. All the wild birds seem to have gathered here, perching so much that the grove has turned into a grove of birds. After a tiring morning of work, again encountering the hot noonday air that induces sleep, but the cultivator has to resist sleep, to lie awake with the noonday sun. The whole space of the noonday sun and wind in the forest, the cage of the blue sky seems to swish the waves into the soul of the cultivator, showing all the activities of the rustic life: Buffalo chewing grass Good night sleep Blue sky face The eyes are also green A few verses that only suggest so, but seem to tell us a lot. These are the contrasts between static and dynamic; between the immense sky and small people on the ground, but creating a picture of harmony, attachment, evoking a peaceful life. The buffalo has a contemplative appearance, chewing grass but chewing on the golden honey taste of the noonday sun. As for the calf, sleeping with an innocent look as if it had some solid fulcrum. The center of this noontime picture is the image of a field keeper, lying awake, facing the high blue sky. The whole dome of the noon sky seems to be captured in the eyes, the sky is blue, so the eyes are also blue. All the sounds of noon are like waves crashing and being listened to and recorded by the soul. From the strong sounds that reverberate the mountains and forests, it is expressed through words that describe the timid sound nuances such as: Hammer sound búa The mountains around Until the deep sounds of the water moving slowly: Spring spinning water Fences of yards If the hammer hits somewhere, has a strong intensity, creates a violent sound stream, echoes on the cliffs, and is jarring, the sound of the water column on the stream, pouring water into the trough system and the sound The wind passing through the ragged lawn, along with the chirping of birds of all kinds, and the buzzing of bees, created a harmony, contrasting the noonday. Emerging on the background of that harmony is the chirping of birds, like a soprano, making the midday space bustling: Rice overflows the valley Flowing like a river Howling birdsong Also flows in a stream. The poem “Noon”, by author Nguyen Xuan Tham, with a very simple narration, but very poetic. The poetry here exudes from the unique landscape of the wild highlands at noon – a afternoon of blue sky, golden sunshine, high winds, few people, only a stream, a grassy lawn, a water column, awake with the wild birds, with the bees flying like waves and the watchman. Although people are absent, life here still has its own bustling atmosphere: Afternoon lying in the fields Listen to the bustling life Bees fly like waking up Golden noon sunshine. I don’t know if the scent of yellow honey poured into the noonday air is from the bees or from the sun? Just know that noon in this place has a sweet taste like it is seeping into the hearts of people who enjoy poetry. These are also distinctive features, distinguishing them from the pictures in the countryside in the lowlands.