Linh Dinh translates Thanh Thao

a sun splash at day's end
in winter. Children chasing red clouds
on layers of sky

hope from somewhere you hear me clearly
you of the belated happiness
a small wind flings the door open

no need to understand but feel
through the skin
you of the belated happiness

merging sounds often reverberate
in the night
the variants of your face

merging sounds often return trembling
blurring the face of night