UntitledHoàng Hung
Translated by Paul Hoover and Nguyen Do
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Where do the stairs lead us up to? The bim is purple; part of the brick wall shows through the stucco. Where do the stairs lead us up to? The coffeeÕs smoke and a run-down shop. The house fell down long ago, leaving only its stairs, regretting the footsteps that had stepped up and up. Going up to catch trails of white smoke. Going up to catch flocks of wild birds, catching bewitchment, catching dizziness, catching the rustling sound of the cityÕs life. The house fell down long ago, leaving only its stairs. Where do the stairs lead us up to? The foggy sky has no wings in flight. The stairs suddenly come to a stop; the only way is back. From the center of the street, a lonely kid is looking up. Note: Bim is a Vietnamese flower. |
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