Lam Thi My Da
A PIECE OF SKY WITHOUT BOMBS
Awarded: March 19, 2006Your friends said that you, a road builder,
had such love for our country, you rushed
down the trail that night, waving your torch
to save the convoy, calling the bombs down on yourself.
We passed by the spot where you died,
tried to picture the young girl you once had been.
We pitched stones up on the barren grave,
adding our love to a rising pile of stone.
I gaze into the center of the crater
where you died and saw the sky in the pool
of rain water. Our country is so kind:
water from the sky washes the pain away.
Now you rest deep in the ground,
quiet as the sky that rests in the crater.
At night your soul pours down,
bright as the stars.
I wonder, could it be your soft skin
changed into columns of white clouds?
Could it be that when we passed that day,
it was not the sun but your heart breaking through?
This jungle trail now bears your name;
the skies reach down to your death and touch it;
and we, who never saw your face,
each wear a trace of you, bright on our cheek.
Written by Lam Thi My Da
(Translated by Ngo Vinh Hai and Kevin Bowen)
Translators’ Note: In this poem, Lam Thi My Da writes about life and death on the Ho Chi Minh Trail. The poem is an elegy for a fellow female soldier who was blown apart by a bomb.
From the article, “War Poets from Vietnam” by Fred Marchant Humanities, March/April 1998, Volume 19/Number