SAIGON, THE FALL HAS GONE

Looking for
The Fall in Saigon
Without falling leaves old streets seem alien

In my 
daylight sleepwalking
A sudden rain brings a red mud puddle into being

Raising 
five fingers as supposed
To the rain on Duy Tân Street your hair was once exposed

There are no more
those lovely footsteps so far
Thu Sương – Thu Thủy – Thu Vân – Thu Hà

Saigon,
the Fall has gone
No Fall encountered, people become strangers thereon
In my recollection
When I was twenty
Gia Long schoolgirls’ giggles made Saigon lovely

Translation by

    

THIẾU KHANH

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