The ceramic – Poetry of Nguyen Thi Kim Nhung
THE CERAMIC
Do not believe that I am clay
Confusion and heartache
the sadness is growing brightly
The story was far from a kitchen
The fire flickers to paint forever in the night
Don’t wake up the silence which is sleeping deeply
Ascending the throne since the ashes fade
Silhouettes of people with insomnia
sitting and watching for the dream
mistakes from here lurk
Who can believe in the words of the quiet pictures
between the noise of selling and buying
The birds want to fly to the sky
They can’t pass through the empty deserted autumn
The rows of trees are leaning forever
The shade of the tree has not yet
fallen into the summer’s place
The...