Vietnam, or What You See is Who You Are

Dear everyone, my intention was (and is) to write you a travel diary, with poems and even some pictures. But it’s not so easy to post, although there’s WiFi in Hanoi. It goes in and out. Here’s a small poem. I will send more. The pictures will come later. There’s so much to see and say. For me, the people always come first. It’s very easy to understand why westerners don’t leave. Intelligence and grace are everywhere, alongside problems. And this is a country able to forgive.

Professor LE
Historian, 81

My family was rich
for 24 generations.
We became Marxist Leninists.
I am a Protestant too.
Pastor Smith taught me
English when I was a boy.
We are a 4000 year old
civilization. I have published
many books and sat in world
gatherings. My home is small.
I have one important message
and many small facts.
Nothing is as valuable
as independence.
Yours and mine.

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

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