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Sunday, December 12, 2010

For Tsutomu Yamaguchi: The Man who Survived Two A-Bombs

Can you hear me now?
I was at Hiroshima.
When sounds turned silent.
I was burned badly, but still
I survived to find
my way to Nagasaki.
I was there both days
when azure skies flashed brightly.
Are you listening?
For I arose from falling
Snowy ash, as the witness.
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  1. HilaryDecember 13, 2010 at 8:26 PM

    I wish the formatting had transferred over. I love that aspect of the poem.

    I also love that this is not only a response to real events, but to real poetry. The form also echoes the Japanese experience. What was the form called again?

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