Vietnamese Poems - Poems about Vietnamese

I met a vietnamese woman in the C.B.D She looked little, though, but truly dainty We talked over fates and one's lot I found her charitable and thoughty The buddhism allotted her classy Which brought the meeting a bit lucky I imagined she might be an embodiment Delivering me courages from unseen By firm beliefs impressed me to follow And...

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Ho Xuan Huong (1772-1882) was a risqué Vietnamese poetess. She has been called "the candid voice of a liberal female in a male-dominated society." The Unfortunate Plight of Women by Ho Xuan Huong translation by Michael R. Burch Hey sisters, do you know? The baby bawls at your breast While your husband slides onto your stomach. Both demanding your attention, Both endlessly...

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Nguyen was quite a linguist She spoke Chinese Japanese Taiwanese Vietnamese & Cantonese But not...

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Ho Xuan Huong (1772-1882) was a risqué Vietnamese poetess. She has been called the BEST Vietnamese poet, a proto-feminist, and "the candid voice of a liberal female in a male-dominated society." ?c Nh?i ("The Snail") by Ho Xuan Huong translation by Michael R. Burch My parents produced a snail, Night and day it slithers through slimy grass. If you...

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I knew you don't go in, But I wasn't coming out. When you're a fish in the fish bowl Going belly up....

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Vietnamese Tiger Bone Paste How can it be? That a magnificent tiger gets turned into bone paste? I never knew it was possible. The email I got confirmed it was. Sign the petition they asked. I did. It's in Vietnam. Here the tigers are killed and then processed. I don't want to know how they do...

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a long parade of guests in pairs, longing for a chair or two, a hundred or so, and their ice-creamed children, pushing through the market sounds, the glistening fish and meat, against the dying piggy- squeals, by the river’s flowing feet wearing blacks and browns, some with prison- frowns, a tide against the wedding's beach: and in amongst...

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VIETNAMESE RESTAURANT September afternoon in Saigon, Delicately-embroidered decorative Cloth-pieces on furniture, From the French imperial era. Scary African wood-carvings, And my little girl frightened to even look At some of the wooden masks. Table in the near dark: a comfort away from The glaring heat of the street. Warm...

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she says she is tired she says ...things are not going so well she says she can't hang her paintings cause the space isn't right she says ...things are not going not going so well i light a single stick cheap chinatown incense it worked in the 15 by 15 foot buddhist temple red by the freeway for my son snuggling on my chest my room is 15 by 15 foot i wonder if it will work as well...

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"Der aint nothin wrong with dat," said Haile Brown. Mrs. Quincy's twin Vietnamese spotted ponies had been shot both dead for trespassing on L. Ron Clark's property. "They scared my sheep. Chased em all over the place. Aint gonna put up with none of that," said L. Ron Clark. "Reckon she shoulda penned em up. Cant spect no one to tol-rate that sorta nonsense," said Haile Brown. Mrs....

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