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Night Harvest White circles of conical hats have come out Like the quiet skies of our childhood Like the wings of storks spread in the night White circles evoking the open sky The golds of rice and cluster-bombs blend together Even delayed-fuse bombs bring no fear Our spirits have known many years of war Come, sisters, let us gather the harvest Each of us wears her own small moon Glittering on a carpet of gold rice We are the harvesters of my village Twelve white hats bright in the long night We are not frightened by bullets and bombs in the air Only by dew wetting our lime-scented hair Translation by Martha Collins  paperback /ISBN 978-1-931896-13-9 / $13.95 / Ordering Information

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