Works
Throughout his career, Xuân Diệu had been variously known as a romantic poet, "the greatest poet among the new poets", and "the king of love poems" (he himself gave Hồ Xuân Hương the sobriquet "the Queen of Nôm poetry").
He was a member of the literary movement Tự Lực Văn Đoàn (Self-Reliance Literary Movement) and one of the leaders of the Thơ Mới (New Poetry) movement. Representative works he wrote during this period include: Thơ Thơ (Poetry poem, 1938), Gửi Hương Cho Gió (Perfume Flies with the Wind, 1945), and the short story Phấn Thông Vàng (Golden Pine Pollen, 1939).
His poetry collections Thơ thơ and Gửi hương cho gió are regarded as his masterpieces. They glorify love, life, happiness, and love of life. By that, he also glorified youth, spring, and nature as the cradle for love. He also grieved for the passing of time, the precariousness of life and showed thirst for everlasting life.
His works are often studied by secondary school students in Vietnam. A street in Hanoi is named after him.
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