Ho Xuan Huong

(1772 - 1822 / Nghệ An Province)

Comments about Ho Xuan Huong

  • Rookie Tony Nyen (11/25/2009 5:05:00 PM)

    On Sharing a Husband

    Screw the fate that makes you share a man.
    One cuddles under cotton blankets; the other's cold.
    Every now and then, well, maybe or maybe not,
    once or twice a month, oh, it's like nothing.
    You try to stick to it like a fly on rice
    but the rice is rotten. You slave like the maid,
    but without pay. If I had known how it would go
    I think I would have lived alone

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  • Rookie Tony Nyen (11/25/2009 5:05:00 PM)

    On Sharing a Husband

    Screw the fate that makes you share a man.
    One cuddles under cotton blankets; the other's cold.
    Every now and then, well, maybe or maybe not,
    once or twice a month, oh, it's like nothing.
    You try to stick to it like a fly on rice
    but the rice is rotten. You slave like the maid,
    but without pay. If I had known how it would go
    I think I would have lived alone

Day And Night

Peekaboo we used to play;
my hands covered my face,
your hands covered your face,
incredible, there we were gone.

That is what we play now, your
hands on my face and my hands
on your eyes. Incredible
how we disappear into each other.

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