The atomic museum,
the cries in the heart's ears,
the scent of the lily.
On memorial stones,
the names of young girls,
the tears of the moon.
— From The Experience of the Atomic Bombing of Hiroshima in a Poem, translated by Father Eric Freed
The atomic museum,
the cries in the heart's ears,
the scent of the lily.
On memorial stones,
the names of young girls,
the tears of the moon.
— From The Experience of the Atomic Bombing of Hiroshima in a Poem, translated by Father Eric Freed
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