An old poem: Poet Bich Khe

Bich Khe (March 24, 1916 – January 17, 1946) whose real name is Le Quang Luong, was born in Phuoc Loc commune, Son Tinh district, Quang Ngai province. He was the ninth child of a Confucian family.

He attended primary school in his hometown and Dong Hoi, high school in Hue, then went to Hanoi to study for the baccalaureate but dropped out halfway.

Poet Bich Khe. (Image: ThiVien)

In 1934, she and her sister Ngoc Suong went to Phan Thiet to open a private school and take extra lessons. In 1936, his sister was arrested by the French Secret Service, the school broke down, he returned to his hometown to close down to write poetry.

In 1937, Bich Khe suffered from lung disease. In 1938, she and her sister went to Phan Thiet to open a teaching school, which was closed by the French a few years ago.

In 1941, he taught in Hue. In 1942, the lung disease relapsed, getting worse, returned to Thu Xa to live the last years with a painful and anxious mood, but still did not stop composing.

He died at the age of 30.

I was dead Asian-like voice

I was dead! Voice like Asia
Clap the golden waves and dream of blood
People standing, people panting
-My love sobs and dreams

I was dead! Voice like Asia
Scattering out thousands of sorrows
People cry: “Our love is poetic”
To find pleasure in dreams.

I was dead! Voice like Asia
The oriental light is very magical
I love myself in my eyes
Dreams coordinate in dreams.

Crying: “Your genius?
Let me cuddle in the studio
Let me worship like a treasure
Then die with me to the bottom of the grave.”

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J. A. Allen

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