[36. Violence: Patri-confessional]

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Written By Pinang Driod

This poem has been excerpted from Nam Le’s new book, 36 Ways of Writing a Vietnamese Poem.

I buried my father in the great light,
the corroded pink, burning the eye to see,
launched him into dream commons, particularity,
a new matter of time, him & his apologies.

I buried our father under the great terebinth where
we ploughed up the moss shine one last time &
mother’s face was made newly easy, sloughed
of all last trace of girlhood.

And the earth reseeds.

Nam Le’s first book, The Boat, was selected as a New York Times Notable Book and Editor’s Choice, the #1 fiction book of 2008 by The Oregonian, and the best debut of 2008 by New York Magazine. His collection 36 Ways of Writing a Vietnamese Poem is forthcoming.  

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