The poem ‘March song’ by Nguyen Thi Dao Tinh is a pity to remember to play with when spring has not passed, summer has not yet arrived. The cold air on the scarf gives us a sweet and warm childhood love.
Dao has long since died
But lotus has not come yet Outside the door frame A heavenly sky with March. *** Single pomegranate blooms hastily in front of the porch A red dot like just ripe love Who knit Lady Bang’s shirt For winter to be paused Just a little Sweet enough to be cold. *** My mother sat and prayed for the pond How familiar it sounded so loud I love past March days ago Thin tuber potato slices of cassava instead of rice. *** My sister now dressed better Sparkling eyes, radiant smile You are not like the old buffalo cutting grass The first is a muddy foot in the afternoon sun. *** Mother happy excess white rice in March Girls’ rice is fragrant Mom made the cake float Mom makes a cake Respectfully dedicate to the ancestors. *** The older the name can not be called Raised sails young boys Even if you go in all directions I still want to be like a childhood Back home with mom Sweeping into the kitchen smoke in March. Comment by Dr. Nguyen Thanh Tam Nguyen Thi Dao Tinh’s poem is entwined and close as a familiar memory from May in her mother’s house. March reminds me of the grief. Love is just ripe, a little cold sweet, the child’s eyes sparkle, the scent of rice, the more girls and the old ones raise their children … a moment of coming back to play with in the last season outside the door frame. The young man sails will go away, but perhaps in the tension of the new wind, the old loves still ceaselessly comforting, nurturing, the Four poems formed in the moment we realize a nostalgia in the spring and summer sky. tenderness. March song beckoning me back.
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