Skip to content

Green Rice Poems by Lam Thi My Da

Spend $50 to get a free DVD!

ISBN-10: 1931896135

ISBN-13: 9781931896139

Edition: 2004

Authors: Lam Thi My Da, Martha Collins, Thuy Dinh

List price: $16.95
Blue ribbon 30 day, 100% satisfaction guarantee!
Out of stock
what's this?
Rush Rewards U
Members Receive:
Carrot Coin icon
XP icon
You have reached 400 XP and carrot coins. That is the daily max!


When Edward Hirsch reprinted Da's "Garden Fragrance" and "Night Harvest." (from Six Vietnamese Poets) in his column in The Washington Post, he gave special praise to the simultaneous clarity and complexity of Da's poetry. Now, for the first time in English, readers can enjoy a full volume of her selected work. Many of her poems deal with her experiences during the war, but her range of themes is wide-including love, motherhood, women's issues, and the sometimes-difficult movement into -middle age. Garden Fragrance Last night a bomb exploded on the veranda But sounds of birds sweeten the air this morning I sense the fragrant trees, look in the garden Find two silent clusters of ripe guavas…    
Customers also bought

Book details

List price: $16.95
Copyright year: 2004
Publisher: Curbstone Press
Publication date: 2/1/2005
Binding: Paperback
Pages: 180
Size: 5.50" wide x 8.25" long x 0.50" tall
Weight: 0.484
Language: English

Garden fragrance
Night harvest
Journey into white night
Bomb crater sky
The face beneath
A mother story
Winnowing rice
Scent of areca
Custard apple tree
Birdsong in the rice field
As leaves
Gathering my years
The sound of the bronze drum
By a statue of my chau
Are you good enough?
Cat in the window
Speaking to the heart
Luc Bat streets
A deep green time
Cricket song
Night-blooming cereus
With the perfume river
White water lily
The nest
The fertile heart
Childhood story
Green rice
Dedicated to a dream
A pine cone in Pasternak's garden
Row of camphor trees
Saigon rain
Illusive lover
By waves
Small as a doll
The wild rosebud has changed
My plum tree
Looking back
Yesterday's mother
Skipping stones
There is no sea
The night-blooming cereus and I
Woman wearing black
The color of Phai Street
Poem for the Year of the Buffalo