Phượng Hoàng: Lakeshore and Jameson (poem)

                                                 

Lakeshore and Jameson .

On the end of an autumn afternoon ,
From a deserted place in the road ,
Between Jameson ,
And Lakeshore .
A sullen sky ,
A mist-obscured atmosphere ,
A few lonesome tender birds .
Shivering ...
Under a quiet small attic 's sill .
One bare-haired old squirrel ,
Peering for pine cones ,
And next to the leafless treed rows ,
The lofty apartment buildings ,
Stand still ,
Beside motionless cars .
Along the lake ,
The green grassy carpet,
Lies tranquil ,
Murmuring with the immense lake .
A familiar venerable man ,
Wandering by the lake sits then ,
On an isolated stone bench ,
Far away ...
Lost in deep meditation ,
Releasing smoke circles ,
From the opium pipe .
Maybe musing ...
On his birthday ,
A happy day ...
Gradually losing ...
Childhood ,
youth , age ,
Naivety ,
Impartiality .
Going over ,
The approaching threshold of Death ...
Oh , Heaven !
Right here ,
On the earth ,
IN MY HEART .