Thousand Star Hotel, Hanoi Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEFGHIJDJKLMNOPMNJ QRSGJTNNTUIVWX A ELYNNZA2B2WC2NNC2D2I E2IC2TIIF2F2IG2H2I2N J2NNK2 A H2IIL2IIIIIANQINIK2I K2IINIIIM2IMIN2H2H2I IIO2IIH2NIP2IJ2NP2K2 H2I I Q2IR2IS2NNH2IIT2NU2I EV2INW2EIQX2TNNY2E2I NIZ2IA3IA3B3B I MQ2INN2NC3F2NBD3INIH 2H2E3NF3IG3INE3NNNII IEE3AH2IEF3E3INE| I | A |
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| Over the road from the three star Galaxy Hotel is our hotel | B |
| the old park on Phan Dinh Phung Street | C |
| home to many and work place for many more | D |
| A place where anything can happen | E |
| and happily usually doesn't | F |
| People come and go as in an opera | G |
| playing their respective roles | H |
| with their own music and destinies | I |
| a Vietnamese opera where life is mostly | J |
| happy not opulent for sure and it takes a war | D |
| or typhoon to introduce epic scale tragedy | J |
| A lot of people stay all their lives | K |
| Some are born here some arrive | L |
| There have been family lines dynasties in this park | M |
| generation to generation doing what they do | N |
| making the best of a hard life | O |
| There's survival love and many arguments | P |
| it's no paradise living in a park | M |
| You could call our struggles 'day to day' | N |
| Too real for opera A better metaphor would be | J |
| the park as island in a sea of traffic | Q |
| trading and communicating with other islands | R |
| and some of us look pretty shipwrecked at times | S |
| Better still A vital node at street level in the new era | G |
| open door state sanctioned market economy | J |
| How many ways is it possible to say the same thing | T |
| It's just the old park on Phan Dinh Phung Street | N |
| Old Emperor what's his name built it | N |
| to graze a flock of golden turtles and the Dragon King | T |
| rested here while hunting nine tailed foxes | U |
| Some days the clouds re enact the old stories | I |
| Almost yesterday the sky lit with the dragon's breath | V |
| we fired at American phantoms and bombers | W |
| We were always bamboo now we are also steel | X |
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| II | A |
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| By the time the shadow boxers slow motion | E |
| sword fighters and tai chi exponents arrive | L |
| for their early morning workouts | Y |
| we're awake and busy setting up for the day | N |
| Crafts people and traders keep the ancestors' way | N |
| Blacksmith hammers out drive shafts | Z |
| shoemaker mends Reeboks and plastic clogs | A2 |
| the shoeshine boys polish for a pittance | B2 |
| the tinker adjusts tuners videos CD players | W |
| and with a few twists of solder | C2 |
| the amplifiers piled on the pavement | N |
| will be seen to in no time flat | N |
| The parasol and feather duster vendor | C2 |
| diversified into electric fans years ago | D2 |
| and is looking at new technologies | I |
| the man whose father fixed wagon wheels his job | E2 |
| is to pump up flat bicycle and motor scooter tyres | I |
| The traffic still flows like a flooding river | C2 |
| but its song has changed from bicycles and cyclos ringing | T |
| to blaring car horns engines the smell of sweat to choking fumes | I |
| that blot out so many of the night stars a great sadness | I |
| when the stars are all you will ever own | F2 |
| There's a smiling idiot who talks all day into a mobile phone | F2 |
| Progress I read in a paper there's one TV for every nine Vietnamese | I |
| The Phung Street philosopher's still here | G2 |
| still like a statue sitting straight backed in a teak chair | H2 |
| pointing with a pencil to a page in his book | I2 |
| can answer any question of wisdom East or West | N |
| parlays Fran ais like a Frenchman | J2 |
| and though astrology's pass he'll tell your future too | N |
| the children laugh when his thick glasses fog up in the Hanoi stew | N |
| Enough things remain eternal | K2 |
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| III | A |
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| Hanoi by night the park cloaks love's ardour | H2 |
| even in moonlight long shadows wrap sheets of privacy | I |
| tucking in couples touching steamy nights | I |
| During the hot season be careful where you step | L2 |
| Daytime there's no time for serious romance | I |
| Everyone works in the park The Park Committee | I |
| has ensured that no one need beg and beggars | I |
| asked politely to move along get slipped a few old notes | I |
| As everywhere we have our serious cadres | I |
| with portable loudspeakers to amplify | A |
| their good intentions no one has time to listen to | N |
| too busy too busy Marching music | Q |
| The children spend an hour or so selling postcards | I |
| maps pirated novels and phrase books then spread | N |
| their school on park benches the tiny chairs and tables | I |
| brought out from under a canopy provided by the council | K2 |
| I remember the magic of learning algebra equations | I |
| put worlds in balance physical and spiritual | K2 |
| running writing made words run like rivers | I |
| And doing schoolwork in the park made it more serious | I |
| you had to get on if you wanted out | N |
| Several of my classmates went on to better things | I |
| Some stayed Some moved to different parks | I |
| All of us did our duty for our country | I |
| These days electric fans keep serious young heads cool | M2 |
| How many parks can boast power points | I |
| Most of the children who leave the park | M |
| come back to visit 'humble origins' | I |
| Sometimes they'll come to me I'm Huan | N2 |
| decorated veteran part time cyclo driver | H2 |
| but my fame rests on being the park's chief barber | H2 |
| and my young apprentices | I |
| cut hair better than anywhere in the city | I |
| These days I mostly check the barber stools | I |
| are lined up straight the mirrors hang | O2 |
| neatly from the wrought iron fence | I |
| A manager But I'm there when a young genius | I |
| gets his clippers jammed in a poor customer's ear | H2 |
| I unclip sweet talk and finish the haircut | N |
| I'll take the pay when that happens | I |
| The youngster can keep the tip | P2 |
| unless the tip is bigger than the fee | I |
| say when it's a businessman | J2 |
| or tourist letting their head go for a ride | N |
| on the wild side then I keep the tip | P2 |
| Today one park prodigy the articulate and beautiful | K2 |
| news reader from VTV my second daughter | H2 |
| Thuy has come home to see me | I |
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| IV | I |
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| Don't ask me where the park's food comes from | Q2 |
| except in hard times the stalls near the old stone walls | I |
| overflow with the finest and we swap our change | R2 |
| for a good hot meal As well as rice noodles and eels | I |
| there's beer ice cream and coca cola fruit from all over Vietnam | S2 |
| and for the past week apples and pears from New Zealand | N |
| Must be the government doing something right | N |
| or someone high up who came from the park whatever | H2 |
| the dragon king has never forgotten us | I |
| I'm not crazy I go inside when a bad storm is on the cards | I |
| and every day wash myself and clothes in a hole in the wall | T2 |
| with a tap and a door called 'public baths' four blocks away | N |
| I really never could abide to be inside too long | U2 |
| Three months working in a munitions factory | I |
| was enough I volunteered my way out and the action | E |
| I saw at the front was outdoors all right down south | V2 |
| fighting invaders fighting cousins | I |
| where a ghoul let out of a bottle feasted on blood | N |
| where our battalion well and my wife back in Hanoi | W2 |
| worked on an anti aircraft gun | E |
| excuse my mentioning the war in this city of love | I |
| Indoor people might wonder what kind of trick | Q |
| can make the park people smile so much | X2 |
| your looks of fascinated guilt are touching | T |
| we're the first to see a rainbow and the stars come out | N |
| feel the breeze on a dead hot night it's true | N |
| and it's the best rent in town | Y2 |
| A few years ago I was given a job | E2 |
| as hairdresser in chief over at the Galaxy | I |
| The clippers were electric there were oils and shampoo | N |
| tonics and concoctions from New York and Paris | I |
| crisply cleaned towels not a speck | Z2 |
| of rust not even dust marred the slick scissors | I |
| hell they gave me a terrible jacket and a room | A3 |
| to sleep but the air conditioning and pastel walls | I |
| made me feel I was trapped in a dragon's tomb | A3 |
| I quit with a bottle of whisky and went back | B3 |
| to my residence in the thousand star hotel | B |
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| V | I |
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| When real luck calls you must answer the park | M |
| philosopher quoted some ancient wisdom | Q2 |
| I always thought my next address | I |
| would be a marble roofed room in the middle of a rice field | N |
| But the next chapter of my story reads like the denouement | N2 |
| of a Charles Dickens novel the state encouraged us to read | N |
| the part when the well heeled come to take | C3 |
| the wayward waif home as one of their own | F2 |
| Hence my daughter's assignment I must have mentioned | N |
| she was brilliant at school and university married well | B |
| but she made her life in TV I still find television foolish | D3 |
| people taking the parts better played by puppets | I |
| interrupted by advertisements for things no one can afford | N |
| but that's where the brave and brilliant go these days | I |
| Anyway Thuy hit the jackpot two boys in a row | H2 |
| hai con trai hai con trai | H2 |
| The whole park shook my hand for a week | E3 |
| when news of the second boy got around | N |
| toasted good fortune with beer and snake wine | F3 |
| burned incense and phoney money | I |
| like it was going out of style | G3 |
| and New Year had arrived six months early | I |
| Two babies now Thuy's executive husband | N |
| and his family are too busy modernising | E3 |
| the country to mind children and | N |
| manage a knick knack shop in the street | N |
| Her mother bless her can't be there to help out | N |
| My little girl's taking me home to a life | I |
| with a comfortable bed shiny bathroom two scooters | I |
| refrigerator a car the life they advertise | I |
| to take care of my beautiful grandchildren | E |
| for whose love I will gladly endure a happy ending | E3 |
| The neighbours wave and I wave goodbye | A |
| My kit and I fit fine on the back of Thuy's scooter | H2 |
| When we arrive she goes serious and says | I |
| 'I forgot to tell you as well as minding the children | E |
| and the shop you're expected to tend the ancestors' shrine | F3 |
| on the roof and ' and I'll take the kids for a morning walk | E3 |
| round the park afternoons a cyclo ride and ice creams | I |
| Tonight I string my hammock on the roof the penthouse suite | N |
| of the thousand star hotel a step or two closer to heaven | E |
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