Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
Translated to English by Khanh Phuong
About the author: Pro. Dr. Phung Dac Cam
Born in 1943. He is a leading expert in clinical microbiology in Vietnam.
He is the author of dozens of specialized books and nearly 100 articles in European and American scientific journals.
He is a dedicated Scientist and Teacher who is extremely passionate about his profession. He has always been the exemplary teacher admired by generations of students. Alongside hundreds of scientific articles and numerous valuable research projects in the international arena, there are poems full of emotion and lyricism from his early twenties.
His poems:
The rain
The falling rain was not sad
For it washed away the dust of the living world
I bathed in that fresh rain
You came back like the wind
Drying my skin and body
The rain kept falling and the wind kept still blowing
I slept in a peaceful dream
Believing that tomorrow would bring a new dawn
Tomorrow would indeed come
And I hoped for the rain
To shake off all the sadness of war
to cherish your mild wind, my dear!”
Talking to myself
Abundant knowledge, subliminal science
How can I attain all with such low intelligence and talent
Today success arises from many failures
From the sweat and blood of friends
I’m just the country man
Groping
Drivan by passion
In the middle of a deep, dense forest.
On the occasion of being appointed Professor in October 2004
Back to the old place
I brought you back to the old place
It’s been 18 years
Returning today
The road still green under the light yellow sunshine
Guiding us to where we once lived
Here stands the familiar school, holding many memories
Still the same quiet brown color
The gravel road crunches beneath our feet
Lined by a cool green row of poplar trees
The houses display their seven colors
Taking us back to the peaceful past
With the undulating church in the distance
Amidst the bustling central market
Cups of coffee beckon on summer days
Underneath Huddinge hospital bridge
I led you to the bus station
Bound for Masmos
From the water tower path
To the yellowish grass beyond
In the busy central market
Cups of coffee are enjoyed on summer days,
Under Huddinge hospital bridge
I escorted you to the bus station
Headed for Masmos
From the water tower path
To the yellowish grass
On both sides, there are fairy-tale green forests
Through which we walked in the old days
Looking back today
Time seems cruel
Yet the old place welcomes us back with excitement
Like children returning to their hometown
The indescribable feeling
Flemmingberg June 2008
