[POEM] 'Morning in Ho Chi Minh'

By Park Sae-jin Posted : May 21, 2018, 17:22 Updated : May 21, 2018, 17:22

[Poem submitted by an anonymous writer]



-This poem was submitted by an anonymous writer-

"Morning in Ho Chi Minh"

The loved ones are still asleep. The frontiers have already passed away.

When the dawn came, the nameless hid next to the presidential place
under a bush that resembled the beard of Ho.

While singing voices of a choir bloomed in darkness at a chapel nearby,
foreigners who drank coffee at a cafe next to a post office are also sound asleep.
The time always is in favor of peace

Bold courage embraces forgiveness.
Despisers have also loved someone at night.

In the memory of the beautiful post office,
The tearful prayer of French farmer's mother still lingers inside a trench
that was once filled with massacre and fire.

The morning of Ho Chi Minh rolls up the world with a wrap made of people,
creating one big Vietnamese roll of Bánh xèo.

The morning is the time for the rebirth of all mothers.
Mothers with no nationality.

In tears, they were always one in love.

Love is beyond forgiveness.
The love embraces the land of peace,
embraces the Mekong River.

Those who remember the night and those who never forget their painful memories
speak softly into the morning of Ho Chi Minh.

"To pretend not to remember is love"
You must try not to forget and try not to remember. That is love.

Young Vietnamese boys and girls dressed in worn-out uniforms
work hard processing coffee beans made of palm trees at cafes.


In the morning of Ho Chi Minh, a war journalist writes down a poem
on a bed where his loved one lies asleep next to him.

The war of love has not yet seen its end.
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