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Six Vietnamese Poets brings together for the first time the works of six writers, three women and three men, who came of age during the American War in Vietnam. In their verse, contemporary readers discover the richness and diversity of Vietnamese life and literature from a bold range poetic styles from free verse to romantic lyric to traditional classic Vietnamese forms. This bilingual edition features poets from North and South, men and women, combat soldiers and poet-soldiers writing of life in Vietnam through the turbulent final four decades of the twentieth century. Speaking to the Heart After a long night up writing poems, a streak of sunlight leapt into my room. I ran to the yard, running as if I were a child, footprints breaking the earth’s first dew, chest brushing softly the short grass. Earth and sky seeped into me like wine. Startled, I saw my heart in the shape of a ploughshare BR> resting on the earth’s shoulder, the heart thumping, steadily ploughing into time. -Lam Thi My Da
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Six Vietnamese Poets brings together for the first time the works of six writers, three women and three men, who came of age during the American War in Vietnam. In their verse, contemporary readers discover the richness and diversity of Vietnamese life and literature from a bold range poetic styles from free verse to romantic lyric to traditional classic Vietnamese forms. This bilingual edition features poets from North and South, men and women, combat soldiers and poet-soldiers writing of life in Vietnam through the turbulent final four decades of the twentieth century. Speaking to the Heart After a long night up writing poems, a streak of sunlight leapt into my room. I ran to the yard, running as if I were a child, footprints breaking the earth’s first dew, chest brushing softly the short grass. Earth and sky seeped into me like wine. Startled, I saw my heart in the shape of a ploughshare BR> resting on the earth’s shoulder, the heart thumping, steadily ploughing into time. -Lam Thi My Da