Frogs in the Rain Barrel

Frogs in the Rain Barrel

by Sally Ito, Ssally Ito

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Overview

Frogs in the Rain Barrel by Sally Ito, Ssally Ito

In the title poem of this extraordinary first book, Sally Ito remembers her childhood in Alberta, when she set frogs in the rain barrel and watched them swim like stars in a "pool of still and nether depths/ whose mirrored surface was all."

Those imagined depths become a powerful metaphor in these poems, which reflect Ito's experiences as a young Japanese Canadian living and writing in Alberta, the Northwest Territories, the West Coast and Japan. Hers is a distinct poetic voice, equally at ease with such diverse images as an aged Chinese man on the train, the Inuit goddess of the sea and the first crocus of spring. Frogs in the Rain Barrel was runner-up for the Milton Acorn People's Poetry Award in 1996.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780889711600
Publisher: Nightwood Editions
Publication date: 01/01/1995
Pages: 72
Product dimensions: 6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.24(d)

About the Author

Sally Ito was born in Taber, Alberta and grew up in Edmonton and the Northwest Territories. She studied at the University of British Columbia and the University of Alberta, and travelled on scholarship to Japan, where she translated Japanese poetry. Her first book of poems, Frogs in the Rain Barrel (Nightwood, 1995) was runner-up for the Milton Acorn People's Poetry Award. Her second book, Floating Shore (Mercury Press), won the Writers Guild of Alberta Book Award for short fiction, and was shortlisted for the Danuta Gleed Literary Prize and the City of Edmonton Book Prize. Her work has appeared in numerous periodicals such as Grain, Matrix and the Capilano Review and in the anthologies Breathing Fire: Canada's New Poets and Poets 88. Ito lives in Edmonton with her husband and son.

Read an Excerpt

They are in a room,
together. Their breathing, a rhythm of ages rises and falls in the small tempest of sleep.
One is a child, a girl.
Her breath, quick and light falls as a petal of air upon a small, rounded face dreaming of the night's darkness passing in grace of He who answers prayers forever.
One is a woman breathing taut and baited as one who is on the brink of love's summation; passion planted in the body,
now growing swollen and wanton in the night's potted darkness, nurtured on dreams of love lasting forever.
And she that is old, sleeps still, body pulsing to the heart's sound in the night's boding darkness where dreams now lie reverent to the mortal sound that is not forever. Now breath for breath's sake.

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