My Job Is My Own Only Land.

Reading Ngo Tu Lap's Poems, Terrible Nostalgia Wells Up In Me- Nostalgia For A Lost Time And A Far-gone Country, Nostalgia For People I've Loved, And For Creatures Of Forests And Rivers. I Feel Gratitude Too. War Is Over. Peace Arrives With These Beautiful Poems.

And I Had To Get Out Of Hating Range.

There's Something In Life That's A Curtain, And I Keep Trying To Raise It.

Before We Can Leave Our Parents, They Stuff Our Heads Like The Suitcases Which They Jam-pack With Homemade Underwear.

People Who Can Comfort The Dead Can Also Chase After Them To Hurt Them Further-a Reverse Ancestor Worship.