Hisano Hisashi, 1939

It could be that they know
what they are capable of
forgetting the universe
while the wind falls silent
as something crouches
at the edge of the light

days and nights
don’t belong in this world
or to those two people

She taught him to sing
before he learnt to speak

They don’t need a sacrifice
or the seagull’s cry
which pierced the dying afternoon
and still echoes
where silence begins

rjh — from a sequence African Dreams

Photograph by Hisano Hisashi, 1939


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