Wura-Natasha Ogunji
33rd Bienal de São Paulo
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| Kenia Santos Used with Permission |
The grass bends its back in the stillness of the rain
in its endless falling, the yellow grass
leaning away from the wind in endless yellow rows
like soldiers marching through mud, and dying
but behind the fallen, are ranks and ranks
of the living, golden in youth but dying too.
And the rain has liberty; and the mountains
open their mouths and drink; and the grass
is heavy with seed; and this is the way of things
because the dead are always with us
we march in time in our ranks to the grave
where the yellow grass grows tall in the rain.
Day 25 ~ LIBERTY
I am hosting in The Imaginary Garden today, speaking about Imagism and further inspired by the Contemporary Art of Wura-Natasha Ogunji (Photo shared by Kenia Santos)
