Toshiko's husband tells a story at a nightclub about a new nurse they hired who unexpectedly gave birth in their home. Toshiko remembers wrapping the illegitimate newborn baby in clean cloth after it was left wrapped in soiled newspapers by the doctor. She worries about the baby's difficult future and fate. In the taxi home, Toshiko envisions meeting the man the baby grows up to be in 20 years and telling him the truth about his birth, hoping to alleviate his suffering. She decides to get out and view the cherry blossoms, dreading returning home after her unsettling evening.
Toshiko's husband tells a story at a nightclub about a new nurse they hired who unexpectedly gave birth in their home. Toshiko remembers wrapping the illegitimate newborn baby in clean cloth after it was left wrapped in soiled newspapers by the doctor. She worries about the baby's difficult future and fate. In the taxi home, Toshiko envisions meeting the man the baby grows up to be in 20 years and telling him the truth about his birth, hoping to alleviate his suffering. She decides to get out and view the cherry blossoms, dreading returning home after her unsettling evening.
Toshiko's husband tells a story at a nightclub about a new nurse they hired who unexpectedly gave birth in their home. Toshiko remembers wrapping the illegitimate newborn baby in clean cloth after it was left wrapped in soiled newspapers by the doctor. She worries about the baby's difficult future and fate. In the taxi home, Toshiko envisions meeting the man the baby grows up to be in 20 years and telling him the truth about his birth, hoping to alleviate his suffering. She decides to get out and view the cherry blossoms, dreading returning home after her unsettling evening.
Toshiko's husband tells a story at a nightclub about a new nurse they hired who unexpectedly gave birth in their home. Toshiko remembers wrapping the illegitimate newborn baby in clean cloth after it was left wrapped in soiled newspapers by the doctor. She worries about the baby's difficult future and fate. In the taxi home, Toshiko envisions meeting the man the baby grows up to be in 20 years and telling him the truth about his birth, hoping to alleviate his suffering. She decides to get out and view the cherry blossoms, dreading returning home after her unsettling evening.
Swaddling Clothes by Yukio for our baby arrives from the
employment agency, and the very first
Mishima, translated by Ivan Morris thing I notice about her is her stomach. It’s enormous—as if she had a pillow HE WAS ALWAYS busy, Toshiko’s stuck under her kimono! No wonder, I husband. Even tonight he had to dash thought, for I soon saw that she could off to an appointment, leaving her to go eat more than the rest of us put home alone by taxi. But what else could together. She polished off the contents a woman expect when she married an of our rice bin like that....” He snapped actor—an attractive one? No doubt she his fingers. “ ‘Gastric dilation’—that’s had been foolish to hope that he would how she explained her girth and her spend the evening with her. And yet he appetite. Well, the day before yesterday must have known how she dreaded we heard going back to their house, unhomely 1 with its Western-style furniture and with groans and moans coming from the the bloodstains still showing on the nursery. We rushed in and found her floor. squatting on the floor, holding her Toshiko had been oversensitive since stomach in her two hands, and moaning girlhood: that was her nature. As the like a cow. Next to her our baby lay in result of constant worrying she never his cot, scared out of his wits and crying put on weight, and now, an adult at the top of his lungs. A pretty scene, I woman, she looked more like a can tell you!” transparent picture than a creature of “So the cat was out of the bag?” flesh and blood. Her delicacy of spirit suggested one of their friends, a film was evident to her most casual actor like Toshiko’s husband. acquaintance. “Indeed it was! And it gave me the Earlier that evening, when she had shock of my life. You see, I’d completely joined her husband at a night club, she swallowed that story about ‘gastric had been shocked to find him dilation.’ Well, I didn’t waste any time. I entertaining friends with an account of rescued our good rug from the floor and “the incident.” Sitting there in his spread a blanket for her to lie on. The American-style suit, puffing at a whole time the girl was yelling like a cigarette, he had seemed to her almost stuck pig. By the time the doctor from a stranger. the maternity clinic arrived, the baby “It’s a fantastic story,” he was saying, had already been born. But our sitting gesturing flamboyantly as if in an room was a pretty shambles!” attempt to outweigh the attractions of “Oh, that I’m sure of!” said another of the dance band. “Here this new nurse their friends, and the whole company newspapers and lying on the floor—it burst into laughter. was a scene fit for a butchershop. Toshiko was dumbfounded to hear her Toshiko, whose own life had been spent husband discussing the horrifying in solid comfort, poignantly felt the happening as though it were no more wretchedness of the illegitimate baby. than an amusing incident which they I am the only person to have witnessed chanced to have witnessed. She shut its shame, the thought occurred to her. her eyes for a moment and all at once The mother never saw her child lying she saw the newborn baby lying before there in its newspaper wrappings, and her: on the parquet floor the infant lay, the baby itself of course didn’t know. I and his frail body was wrapped in alone shall have to preserve that terrible bloodstained newspapers. scene in my memory. When the baby Toshiko was sure that the doctor had grows up and wants to find out about done the whole thing out of spite. As if his birth, there will be no one to tell him, to emphasize his scorn for this mother so long as I preserve silence. How who had given birth to a bastard under strange that I should have this feeling of such sordid conditions, he had told his guilt! After all, it was I who took him up assistant to wrap the baby in some from the floor, swathed him properly in loose newspapers, rather than proper flannel, and laid him down to sleep in swaddling. This callous treatment of the the armchair. newborn child had offended Toshiko. They left the night club and Toshiko Overcoming her disgust at the entire stepped into the taxi that her husband scene, she had fetched a brand-new had called for her. “Take this lady to piece of flannel from her cupboard and, Ushigome,” he told the driver and shut having swaddled the baby in it, had laid the door from the outside. Toshiko him carefully in an armchair. gazed through the window at her This all had taken place in the evening husband’s smiling face and noticed his after her husband strong, white teeth. Then she leaned had left the house. Toshiko had told him back in the seat, oppressed by the nothing of it, fearing that he would think knowledge that their life together was in her oversoft, oversentimental; yet the some way too easy, too painless. It scene had engraved itself deeply in her would have been difficult for her to put mind. Tonight she sat silently thinking her thoughts into words. Through the back on it, while the jazz orchestra rear window of the taxi she took a last brayed and her husband chatted look at her husband. He was striding cheerfully with his friends. She knew along the street toward his Nash car, that she would never forget the sight of and soon the back of his rather garish the baby, wrapped in stained tweed coat had blended with the figures of the passers-by. suddenly. Twenty years from now I shall be forty- three. I shall go to that young 2 man and tell him straight out about The taxi drove off, passed down a street everything—about his newspaper dotted with bars and then by a theatre, swaddling clothes, and about how I in front of which the throngs of people went and wrapped him in flannel. jostled each other on the pavement. Although the performance had only just The taxi ran along the dark wide road ended, the lights had already been that was bordered by the park and by turned out and in the half dark outside it the Imperial Palace moat. In the was depressingly obvious that the distance Toshiko noticed the pinpricks cherry blossoms decorating the front of of light which came from the blocks of the theatre were merely scraps of white tall office buildings. paper. Twenty years from now that wretched Even if that baby should grow up in child will be in utter misery. He will be ignorance of the secret of his birth, he living a desolate, hopeless, can never become a respectable poverty-stricken citizen, reflected Toshiko, pursuing the existence—a lonely rat. What else could same train of thoughts. Those soiled happen to a baby who has had such a newspaper swaddling clothes will be the birth? He’ll be wandering through the symbol of his entire life. But why should streets by himself, cursing his father, I keep worrying about him so much? Is loathing his mother. it because I feel uneasy about the future No doubt Toshiko derived a certain of my own child? Say twenty years from satisfaction from her somber thoughts: now, when our boy will have grown up she tortured herself with them without into a fine, carefully educated young cease. The taxi approached Hanzomon man, one day by a quirk of fate he and drove past the compound of the meets that other boy, who then will also British Embassy. At that point the have turned twenty. And say that the famous rows of cherry trees were other boy, who has been sinned spread out before Toshiko in all their against, savagely stabs him with a purity. On the spur of the moment she knife.... decided to go and view the blossoms by It was a warm, overcast April night, but herself in the dark night. It was a thoughts of the future made Toshiko feel strange decision for a timid and cold and miserable. She shivered on unadventurous young woman, but then the back seat of the car. she was in a strange state of mind and she dreaded the return home. That No, when the time comes I shall take evening all sorts of unsettling fancies my son’s place, she told herself had burst open in her mind. She crossed the wide street—a slim, on through the park. Most of the people solitary figure in the darkness. As a rule still remaining there were quiet couples; when she walked in the traffic Toshiko no one paid her any attention. She used to cling fearfully to her companion, noticed two people sitting on a stone but tonight she darted alone between bench beside the moat, not looking at the cars and a moment later had the blossoms, but gazing silently at the reached the long narrow park that water. Pitch black it was, and swathed borders the Palace moat. in heavy shadows. Beyond the moat the Chidorigafuchi, it is called—the Abyss somber forest of the Imperial Palace of the Thousand Birds. blocked her view. The trees reached up, to form a solid dark mass against the Tonight the whole park had become a night sky. Toshiko walked slowly along grove of blossoming cherry trees. Under the path beneath the blossoms hanging the calm cloudy sky the blossoms heavily overhead. On a stone bench, formed a mass of solid whiteness. The slightly apart from the others, she paper lanterns that hung from wires noticed a pale object—not, as she had between the trees had been put out; in at first imagined, a pile of cherry their place electric light bulbs, red, blossoms, nor a garment forgotten by yellow, and green, shone dully beneath one of the visitors to the park. Only the blossoms. It was well past ten when she came closer did she see that o’clock and most of the flower- viewers it was a human form lying on the bench. had gone home. As the occasional Was it, she wondered, one of those passers-by strolled through the park, miserable drunks often to be seen they would automatically kick aside the sleeping in public places? Obviously empty bottles or crush the waste paper not, for the body had been beneath their feet. systematically covered with Newspapers, thought Toshiko, her mind newspapers, and it was the whiteness going back once again to those of those papers that had attracted happenings. Bloodstained newspapers. Toshiko’s attention. Standing by the If a man were ever to hear of that bench, she gazed down at the sleeping piteous birth and know that it was he figure. 3 It was a man in a brown jersey who lay who had lain there, it would ruin his there, curled up on layers of entire life. To think that I, a perfect newspapers, other newspapers stranger, should from now on have to covering him. No doubt this had keep such a secret—the secret of a become his normal night residence now man’s whole existence.... that spring had arrived. Toshiko gazed down at the man’s dirty, unkempt hair, Lost in these thoughts, Toshiko walked which in places had become hopelessly matted. As she observed the sleeping swaddling clothes. The shoulder of the figure wrapped in its newspapers, she man’s jersey rose and fell in the was inevitably reminded of the baby darkness in time with his heavy who had lain on the floor in its wretched breathing. It seemed to Toshiko that all her fears and premonitions had suddenly taken concrete form. In the darkness the man’s pale forehead stood out, and it was a young forehead, though carved with the wrinkles of long poverty and hardship. His khaki trousers had been slightly pulled up; on his sockless feet he wore a pair of battered gym shoes. She could not see his face and suddenly had an overmastering desire to get one glimpse of it. She walked to the head of the bench and looked down. The man’s head was half buried in his arms, but Toshiko could see that he was surprisingly young. She noticed the thick eyebrows and the fine bridge of his nose. His slightly open mouth was alive with youth. But Toshiko had approached too close. In the silent night the newspaper bedding rustled, and abruptly the man opened his eyes. Seeing the young woman standing directly beside him, he raised himself with a jerk, and his eyes lit up. A second later a powerful hand reached out and seized Toshiko by her slender wrist. She did not feel in the least afraid and made no effort to free herself. In a flash the thought had struck her, Ah, so the twenty years have already gone by! The forest of the Imperial Palace was pitch dark and utterly silent.