"O Heaven! Today I am sick and tired Of the colors and forms of this world! ... I close my eyes to disregard the present, Gradually shifting into the past upon my eyelids. I close my eyes to let the dark shadows arise boundlessly, Immense as in the deep of night, To let my soul grow dark with the artificial, In the world of the dead so long awaited. Let the shades of ghosts and demons one by one appear. Let their cries, their shouts of epilogue, reverberate in my ear. Let me roll about, my soul intoxicated with illusion, To put out of mind for a few minutes the scenes of this world! Let my soul soar rapidly over great distances In the dark night shadows of my eyelids, And proudly assert: Here is a world Created in a moment of grief."
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"Creation", as quoted in "Shattered Identities and Contested Images: Reflections of Poetry and History in 20th-Century Vietnam" by Neil Jamieson, in Crossroads: An Interdisciplinary Journal of Southeast Asian Studies, Vol. 7, No. 2, 1992, p. 89, and in Understanding Vietnam by Neil Jamieson (University of California Press, 1995), , p. 164
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