
A poem in Vietnamese by Đinh Trường Chinh Translator: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm Photography: Đinh Trường Chinh . nature is nirvana. dusk is nirvana.…
nirvana
A poem in Vietnamese by Đinh Trường Chinh Translator: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm Photography: Đinh Trường Chinh . nature is nirvana. dusk is nirvana.…
nirvana
A poem in Vietnamese by Đinh Trường Chinh Translator: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm Art: Đinh Trường Chinh this morning I heard the bird singing . this …
this morning I heard the bird singing
Highly skilled Indian migrants living in wealthy nations such as the United States, Britain and Singapore are sending more money home, according to the report. Over the years, Indians have moved away from doing lower-paid work in places like the Gulf. Wage hikes, record-high employment and a weakening rupee also supported growth. Source: Indian migrants from Singapore, other countries set to send record $136 billion back home in 2022 | The Straits Times
Blue crabs are now in Maine.
This means they are no longer exclusive to Chesapeake Bay. The Gulf of Maine continues to warm at the fastest rate of any body of water in the world in the last five years. And this could be a reason why the crabs are expanding their migration pattern northward.
Source: Blue Crabs Migrating to Maine from Chesapeake Bay – NBC Boston
“Most of my neighbours have moved to Kathmandu to work in factories, construction sites and as drivers there. In most of the houses, one can see only old people. Agriculture has been the way of life in the villages for so long and those who have remained are carrying the tradition forward. But if the young keep leaving the villages, this way of life will soon become extinct,” Magar told the Post.
https://tkpo.st/3VlZjl4Source: Migration turning hill villages into ghost towns
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A poem in Vietnamese by Lê Vĩnh Tài Translator: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm Photography: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm
.
when facing the barrel of a gun at sea
The Nation shall call upon the poets
as fishermen call upon The Nation
.
beyond the call of The Nation
the fishermen shall bite their tongue and listen
the poems
as they lay iced in the hold ready for shore
.
they shall ask the poets:
– Now gentlemen
why won’t you bite your tongue
swallow a gulp of seawater
so the words may understand the saltiness
of salt
.
yet needed is blood, needed more here is salt
so your throat
can feel
the burning pain
of a wound
the chirpy tweets of birds
which keeps peeling but would never scar
_____
khi đối diện với họng súng giữa khơi
Tổ quốc sẽ gọi tên các nhà thơ
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A poem in Vietnamese by Đinh Trường Chinh Translator: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm Art: Đinh Trường Chinh
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this morning I heard
the birds in the trees
discern the dying leaves
bubbling away in the middle of the forest
scents of last night’s storm
damp still
discern I the colour of the sunlight
lighting up one layer of the forest after the other
this morning
I couldn’t be bothered with breathing.
.
this morning. I could discern again
the third beat in my heart
like a dream
someone calling me by name
in the early morning light in the streets
a city remote. far away
at 6:10 in the morning
or perhaps it is just an echo
from a night long ago.
.
today I can hear the birds sing
smell the leaves / the rain / the pillars of smoke
on the way home
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