A poem in Vietnamese by Inra SaraTranslator: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm In the dark corner of the forest remains the flame of your funeral pyre fathermy childhood memories shakenmoving Your shadow father hid amongst the hillsin threatening instalments Mother is thin in each arid footstepa forest now strewn with well worn paths Remains nothing but […]
Forest memory – 1999 | Inra Sara
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