Best Phan Poems

Not many words left for you
my lips become icy
days and nights freeze on my skin, 
on my head, on my shoulders, 
on my back, and...

Read more of this work...

I.

Oh please, not to fade so fast into the afternoon
The one that is scattering in a goldenly swooning loneliness
The one that is shattering at a...

Read more of this work...

I live in a town where all things go in
reverse. The bushes grow reversely,
shrink smaller back into seeds, and roll back
into the past-life seeds. The...

Read more of this work...

I sit breathing, feel the breaths in and out,
know the breaths long and short, wish the peace 
for heaven and earth, wish for soothing seasons...

Read more of this work...

Just come along with me to the town 
where long time ago I bicycled, 
walked and ran about whenever
I wanted to smell the fragrance of...

Read more of this work...

How could I write about a time 
when I saw the wind 
and knew that your hair was so short,
when I saw the dry sunshine...

Read more of this work...

On the paper at midnight
my writing hand feels tired
lines of poetry get blurred with fog

and my soul rolls
alongside the ink lines
unstoppable

farewell now
my writing hand gets...

Read more of this work...

Let Dust Blur The Pages
 
By Phan Tan Hai
     
Let's close the pages, where the dreams still linger
let pen and ink...

Read more of this work...

Vietnam was Fifty Years Ago
By Franklin Price
8/30/2018

Vietnam was fifty years ago
Around the world across the sea
God went with me on tour
Now it's just a memory

The...

Read more of this work...

Translating some sentences a day 
I see words of sorrow 
roll on paper, 
feel my mustache 
and hair hesitate to grow, 
and fail to grasp...

Read more of this work...

you, this young lady
please keep really silent
on every step you walk
gently, please
just listen to every corner of the temple
where the wind from the ancient meditation...

Read more of this work...

Let me catch sight of you in this 
life and in others, where your face 
hovers in the spring, summer, 
autumn and winter, when your...

Read more of this work...

Having suffered years of grueling tyranny, 
Sand is still red which should be tawny. 
Iraq has become a land of widows 
Men are cruely killed...

Read more of this work...

Having suffered years of grueling tyranny,
Sand is still red which should be tawny.
Iraq has become a land of widows
Men are killed there in rows.
Due to...

Read more of this work...

It was January '68
Chapter 2 – Phan Rang - 1st TDY
by Franklin Price
3/5/2019

Raking sand got old real soon
Was not why I came to war
My job...

Read more of this work...