Loi Khac : TAI BAN LAN 2 Soft Cover

new parts of flesh and bone, in the poetry of the primitive hometownTo this day, I have two notes, most notably, about a poet, named Ha Nguyen Du. First: his heart chose to stay, faithful to poetry. And, he has been, as nature, with the earth, as the earth with the universe. Second: meat, bone poetry called Ha Nguyen Du, in recent years, has been a different meat, bone.

In this new realm of flesh, in some way, has brought Ha Nguyen Du's poem the necessary amount of creative blood, for the process of self-destruction to attain another path. I would like to call it the miraculous incarnation of a son, to become a butterfly. I want to call it the priceless reward of a nice, immovable accommodation.

Although, he was bright, the colors, the image opened for the first time, sometimes did / dazzled / stunned where their feelings Ha.

But, the high arch will be where the butterfly's wings fly.

The horizon, will be where they go to Ha. I am very happy, because not all of our poems today, in the homeland, have the horizon, the vastness and the high arches.

Thank you my poetry friend; thank you for the faithful lover of the poetry, for giving Vietnamese literature, that muscular and fresh hope. Du Tu LeFeb., 97