Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
Translated to English by Khanh Phuong
His bio: Outstanding teacher, Dr. Nguyen Khac Hao
Born in 1955
Hometown: Minh Hoang commune, Phu Cu district, Hung Yen province
Member of the Vietnam Writers’ Association
Member of Vietnam Association of Photographic Artists
Main literary works published
6 poetry collections
2 literary books
Many selected poems in textbooks and in Vietnam Poem Collections
60 poems for music
Literary award:
At least more than 10 main literary awards and many other awards as well
His poems:
Funny stories about baby’s meals
Dad is a drum
And mother is a trumpet
The baby is a singer
The whole family are actors
Grandmother is busy
A bowl of flour in hand
A cat is purred
Yellow dog is swinging.
Due to my baby
That is anorexia
Therefore baby’s meal
Like a choir.
The baby takes the umbrella
It’s raining, the baby takes the umbrella
Flowers bloom on the face
It’s sunny, the baby takes the umbrella
For a cool shadow.
Whatever it is rain or sunshine
The baby still takes the umbrella if going out
Because the baby is afraid of getting sick
Mother will not allow to go to homeland.
Fishing
Being hooked, Perch rans slowly
Crucian carp is hastily, just near at the fishing buoy
Stealing the bait, Culter is straight with its tail
Crayfish plays unintentionally in and out
Capoeta semifasciolatas snap the bait
Squaliobarbus curriculus is crafty to pull the rod drifting off shore
Channa striata gets cool with Macropodus opercularis
Clariidae is wandering along the shore
Happily meeting Mr. Crab
Holding out its claw like playing with the fishing rod.
The baby dreamed at night
The baby dreamed at night
Seeing Mr. Yellow Moon
Going into a blue lake
The water surface trembled
The moon drifted by.
The baby dreamed at night
Seeing Stars in the sky
Playing tag game
Clouds were groves
Let Stars hide.
The baby dreamed at night
Seeing a Tumbler
And a Doll
Listening to the baby to teach
Four round eyes.
At the morning, couldn’t see
Any dream
The dream is sleeping
At night, it will dream.
Letter flower
The baby loves the O letter
Lying on a new page
On the first day walking to school
The O letter looked waiting.
The teacher said: the O letter
Like a flower bud
Still cherishing its fragrance
Emotional at the beginning of a page.
The teacher taught me to make pistils
She taught me to make flowers
Tomorrow the baby will grow up
The buds will bloom with fragrant flowers.
Day after day, making buds
Day after day it blooms
The baby loves new notebook pages
Incubating the fragrance to fly far away…
The moon, stars and clouds
Stars ferment in the sky
To get the Moon drunk.
The Moon wanders, goes, flies
Black Clouds and white Clouds must take it in turn.
