VIETNAM
The white circles of conical hats have come out
Like the quiet skies of our childhood,
Like an egret's spreading wings 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.'The Night Harvest'
by Lâm Thi My Da
1971A series of images begun in 1997 and added to on every visit since.
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