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Two Poems

Two Poems T A K A R A B E N Cape Kyan is the southernmost tip of Okinawa Island, where some of the most desperate fighting occurred in the last days of the Battle of Okinawa. Fearing capture by American troops, many civilians jumped to their deaths from the cliffs. A monument to peace and to the souls of those who perished now stands on the cape. cape kyan By car I reach Cape Kyan, A place of red earth, Of infertile soil, Where the farmers With their hoes nevertheless Chop beautifully shaped furrows. The sea below Is transparent blue. The waves pound the cliff, Wearing away rock already weary And crumbling. And bones Of a fossilized mammoth Bake in the relentless sun. On the rocky cliff the yellow Tsuwabuki flowers wave At the year's first sunrise. They hurt my eyes. The grasses Spread a green shroud Over the blood-soaked earth. In the intense light the sculpture To Peace--through its hollow circle, Across the small stone sphere, You gaze intently southward, Through an eternal absence. We dedicate a tsuwabuki flower And its evergreen leaves And pray, as if murmuring To a lover, our palms together, Rubbing away at the http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Manoa University of Hawai'I Press

Two Poems

Manoa , Volume 23 (1) – Jun 29, 2011

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T A K A R A B E N Cape Kyan is the southernmost tip of Okinawa Island, where some of the most desperate fighting occurred in the last days of the Battle of Okinawa. Fearing capture by American troops, many civilians jumped to their deaths from the cliffs. A monument to peace and to the souls of those who perished now stands on the cape. cape kyan By car I reach Cape Kyan, A place of red earth, Of infertile soil, Where the farmers With their hoes nevertheless Chop beautifully shaped furrows. The sea below Is transparent blue. The waves pound the cliff, Wearing away rock already weary And crumbling. And bones Of a fossilized mammoth Bake in the relentless sun. On the rocky cliff the yellow Tsuwabuki flowers wave At the year's first sunrise. They hurt my eyes. The grasses Spread a green shroud Over the blood-soaked earth. In the intense light the sculpture To Peace--through its hollow circle, Across the small stone sphere, You gaze intently southward, Through an eternal absence. We dedicate a tsuwabuki flower And its evergreen leaves And pray, as if murmuring To a lover, our palms together, Rubbing away at the

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Published: Jun 29, 2011

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