DIEM, Nguyen Khoa
A Piece of Loving Sky
Loving you is like loving the endless sky,
the dew of morning, the dusk of night,
the first wind foretelling April storms,
the rain's enveloping warmth, the distance that calls us.
You are where my home is.
How white is mother's hair, how green your dress.
The Resistance path may lead in a hundred directions;
but like the flower, my face always turns back to you.