Poetry and wind and…

by Phan Hoang

Always looking for poetry, don’t know where poetry comes from
looking for the wind, don’t know where the wind comes from
looking for and looking for

The wind is likely poetry and poetry is likely the wind
looking for and looking for,
wind is not likely poetry and poetry is not likely the wind
looking for and looking for

The poetic bird in me flying away from the clouds of fate,
The poetic wind in me flying away from the horizons of desire,
Haven’t touched nowhere
Remember badly the human voice.

Sometimes in the wind I hear the rosy earth smiling childhood,
Sometimes in poetry I hear the earth writhing with exhausted tears
falling
falling
falling…

Always looking for poetry, don’t know where poetry comes from
looking for the wind, don’t know where the wind comes from
looking for and looking for

The wind is likely poetry and Poetry is likely the wind
in my deep breath
in my warm veins
The house is real but doesn’t seem real
the house that circulates the wise smile of the past
The house predicting the cry of hope for the future.

The wind is likely poetry and Poetry is likely the wind
in the depths of my spirit
in the source of my creative inspiration
the source is real, but it’s not real
The natural originating to overcome the arduous program of fate
The fierce roots creating the heroic figure of the country
The source of dreams being on the wings of a dragon