O, RICE! A POET REPORTS FROM BALI

Eléctrica in the Desert

ACEP APRILYANA, A YOUNG SUNDANESE POET FROM JAVA, IS WORKING IN BALI.

HE LEARNED TO GROW RICE FROM HIS GRANDFATHER.

MY  POETRY  FARMERS

Acep Aprilyana

It’s not a beautiful poem.

It’s a poem standing guard.

When the earth is raped, my ink sweats,

Sunburning my paper jet.

I do not know the poetry of flowers

For here, the soil is

decorated with a dream

and unable to speak.

O  rice ..

Please give my kind compliments to the country’s leaders

Arriving into the mouth of the gate

They are good at talking.

O fruit ..

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2 thoughts on “O, RICE! A POET REPORTS FROM BALI

  1. “I do not know the poetry of flowers / For here, the soil is / decorated with a dream / and unable to speak.”
    ~ A poet gives voice to our pain and longing for the fulfillment of our dream for a better life, as yet to be realized.
    ~ The “soil” that produces the food that sustains life only bears fruit for the owners of production, not for the laborers in the fields who must contend with their droppings.

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