Sakurajima, the flower of southern Japan
posted by The Archaeologist @ 11:01 PM
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A broken summit under sagging clouds:/
Earth-steam that drifts to merge with vaporous air/
And, like a jungle's pendant foliage, shrouds/
The wild beast sleeping in his rocky lair.
His name is Fire. Famished, he lurks alone./
His stout cave walls to sullen skies incline,/
Their aspiration, to a perfect cone,/
Cut cruelly by the crater's lateral line.
Still as a painting now, these austere slopes/
Have seen this beast-god gulp up soil and houses,/
Whose long tongue licks to swallow human hopes/
When, drunken with his own anger, he carouses.
But this archaic god could not daunt men:/
The villagers went back to build again.
"Sakurajima" G.S. Fraser, 1953
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