Hiromi Itō Poems
- Two Traveling Together I came to encounter a coyote I left ...
- Nasty Monring More than through skin, more than through ...
- Coyote My grandmother was a medium My mother was a ...
- The Maltreatment Of Meaning Can you speak Japanese? No, I ...
- Mother Leads Us to the Wastela...
- Mother Leads Us On Board (from...
- So as Not to Distort I make shiratama And take them to my ...
Hiromi Itō ( born September 13, 1955) is one of the most prominent women writers of contemporary Japan, with more than a dozen collections of poetry, several works of prose, numerous books of essays, and several major literary prizes to her name. She divides her time between the towns of Encinitas, California and Kumamoto in southern Japan. more »
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So as Not to Distort
I make shiratama
And take them to my man
I heat the sugar and form syrup
Put in the boiled dumplings
And cool them
I seal them tight
And take them
All the shiratama stick to the bottom
The surfaces of the shiratama are torn
Shapes are distorted
I scoop them up with a spoon
Scoop them out
So they don't get distorted
I love shiratama best of all
Says my man, carrying the shiratama to his mouth
He closes his eyes and shows me how good they are
I love them more than you
I watch my man
Swallowing the ...