tolling, fading, fading

[zarahemla]

It's not a Cambodian poem, but it's still in the neighborhood. I'm trying to tell you that if you have one extra cent to give, please give it to Riverkids to help save Cambodian children from trafficking and give them a safe place to go to school and a place to eat.

Riverkids is run by Dale Edmonds, also known as viggorlijah, and she's one of us :) and she's totally trustworthy. Riverkids is running out of funding -- there isn't enough money for all the kids that need help, and I know that every penny you give will be used to feed, educate, house, clothe, and give medical attention to children who might otherwise be in dire straits.

If you're curious and need more info, please read this great post by spicedrum. Otherwise, on to the poetry.

Country Scene
by Hô Xuân Hu'o'ng

The waterfall plunges in mist.
Who can describe this desolate scene:

the long white river sliding through
the emerald shadows of the ancient canopy

...a shepherd's horn echoing in the valley,
fishnets stretched to dry on sandy flats.

A bell is tolling, fading, fading
just like love. Only poetry lasts.

(translated from the Vietnamese by John Balaban)

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