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Bu\u1ed5i t\u1ed1i ch\u1edbm thu ngo\u00e0i khung c\u1eeda Ng\u1ed3i nghe m\u00e1u ch\u1ea3y ng\u01b0\u1ee3c v\u1ec1 tim Ng\u00e0y \u0111i v\u1ed9i v\u00e3 nghi\u00eang b\u1ea7u r\u01b0\u1ee3u N\u00e2ng ly u\u1ed1ng c\u1ea1n ch\u00e9n s\u1ea7u Th\u00e1ng 9\/2022<\/em><\/font> AUTUMN DUSK \u2014 AN EXCLAMATION<\/strong><\/p>\n (September, 2022) At early autumn\u2019s edge beyond the pane, I sit and hear my blood flow back to heart, The day departs\u2014I tip the wine once more, I lift the cup and drain this final sorrow Bu\u1ed5i t\u1ed1i ch\u1edbm thu ngo\u00e0i khung c\u1eeda T\u1eebng chi\u1ebfc l\u00e1 v\u00e0ng r\u01a1i \u0111\u00f3 \u0111\u00e2y B\u1ea1n b\u00e8 xa khu\u1ea5t c\u00f2n bao \u0111\u1ee9a \u0110\u1ee9a t\u1eadn b\u00ean tr\u1eddi, \u0111\u1ee9a ch\u00e2n m\u00e2y N\u0103m ba \u0111\u1ee9a kh\u00e1c \u0111\u1ea7u b\u1ea1c tr\u1eafng K\u1ec3 chuy\u1ec7n l\u01b0ng tr\u1eddi gi\u1eefa c\u01a1n say<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_active":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_note":"","_exactmetrics_sitenote_category":0,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[9,1,17],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thovanyenson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14921"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thovanyenson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thovanyenson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thovanyenson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thovanyenson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=14921"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/thovanyenson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14921\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18578,"href":"https:\/\/thovanyenson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14921\/revisions\/18578"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thovanyenson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=14921"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thovanyenson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=14921"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thovanyenson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=14921"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nT\u1eebng chi\u1ebfc l\u00e1 v\u00e0ng r\u01a1i \u0111\u00f3 \u0111\u00e2y
\nB\u1ea1n b\u00e8 xa khu\u1ea5t c\u00f2n bao \u0111\u1ee9a
\n\u0110\u1ee9a t\u1eadn b\u00ean tr\u1eddi, \u0111\u1ee9a ch\u00e2n m\u00e2y
\nN\u0103m ba \u0111\u1ee9a kh\u00e1c \u0111\u1ea7u b\u1ea1c tr\u1eafng
\nK\u1ec3 chuy\u1ec7n l\u01b0ng tr\u1eddi gi\u1eefa c\u01a1n say<\/p>\n
\nTh\u1ea5p th\u1ecfm trong m\u01a1 v\u1eabn tr\u00f4ng t\u00ecm
\nC\u00e1nh nh\u1ea1n l\u01b0ng tr\u1eddi ri\u00eang m\u1ed9t b\u00f3ng
\nC\u00f9ng v\u1ea1t n\u1eafng chi\u1ec1u nh\u1ea1t m\u00e0u \u0111\u00eam
\nSao nghe th\u1ed5n th\u1ee9c h\u1eddn vong qu\u1ed1c
\nD\u1ea1 kh\u00fac Kinh Kha \u0111\u00e3 nh\u0169n m\u1ec1m<\/p>\n
\nNghe l\u1ea1nh b\u1edd vai c\u1ea1n ch\u00e9n s\u1ea7u
\nM\u1ed9t ki\u1ebfp tha h\u01b0\u01a1ng h\u1ed3n c\u00e2y c\u1ecf
\nB\u1ed7ng gi\u1eadt m\u00ecnh, \u201cl\u00e1 cu\u1ed1n v\u1ec1 \u0111\u00e2u\u201d
\nNh\u00ecn b\u1ea1n, nh\u00ecn t\u00f4i\u2026 \u0111\u1eddi v\u00e0ng v\u00f5
\nC\u0169ng ch\u1ec9 nh\u01b0 con n\u01b0\u1edbc qua c\u1ea7u<\/p>\n
\nH\u1ecfi ng\u01b0\u1eddi tri k\u1ef7 v\u1ec1 \u0111\u00e2u h\u1ee1i chi\u1ec1u<\/p>\n
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\nYellow leaves fall scattered, here and there.
\nSo many friends have vanished from my lane\u2014
\nSome at heaven\u2019s rim, some lost in air;
\nA few remain, their hair now frosted white,
\nDrunk on old tales beneath the tilted sky.<\/p>\n
\nUneasy dreams still searching through the night.
\nA lone wild goose cuts heaven\u2019s fading chart,
\nAlong a strip of dusk turned pale with light.
\nWhy does my chest ache, grieving a lost land,
\nLike Kinh Kha\u2019s dirge grown tender, weak, unmanned?<\/p>\n
\nA chill runs cold across the drinking arm.
\nAn exile\u2019s life, a soul of grass and shore,
\nStartled, I ask: where do the fallen leaves swarm?
\nI look at you, at me\u2014our lives worn thin,
\nLike tides that pass a bridge, then disappear within.<\/p>\n
\nO twilight, where has my true kindred gone?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"