Poetry Corner
I’ll
blow out those red candles and observe
my
birthday wandering in America.
Though
quickly spring slips by, let me rejoice;
time-stained,
I’ve earned another year of age.
Here
linger still two streams of candle tears;
they
grieve and mourn that youth has inched away.
Mountains
and oceans sunder me in twain;
half of
my soul yet clings to my poor land.
And when
I gaze toward it, my people seem
outside
the window flitting past like leaves.
Condemned
to roll amidst the dust, I miss
those
left behind, long for my hills and streams.
I am a
bird who’s fled its crimson cage;
wing-worn,
it flies toward shores still lost in mists.
From my
own people, shadows so remote,
sad
echoes of their whispers come at night.
Another
birthday far away from home;
much
farther yet I’ve strayed from native roots.
But on
some happy day I’ll be back there;
awash
with love, I’ll celebrate my birth.
(Silver Spring, Sept. 6, 1981)
Vinh
Liem
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