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(Kouda Aya) Rain
(Kouda Aya) Rain
(Kouda Aya) Rain
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KodaAya
Rain
translated
fromtheJapanese
byLaneDunlop
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warmthoftheroom,thedelicateresponsiveness ofthesheetsto
my slightest movement - such were the happinessesof having
given birth.As I was fallingasleep, someone said:"Yes,it'sgood
foryou to rest.Sleep is thebestway to getwell."AfterI'd slept
awhile,I was roughlyshakenawakeand givenshotsin myarms
and legs.Languidand dull,I feltnothing. A waveofnauseaswept
overme, and an illusionthatmylegs werein water.I was told
laterthatI had hemorrhaged profusely in my sleep. Therehad
been a possibility of death. Even afterthe bleedinghad been
checked,I was stillnauseated.The vomitspurtedintomymouth
and filledmynostrils withitsacridscent.WhenI complained to
my husband, he tooka tangerine that came to hand,peeled it and
helditto mynose. Itwas a resourceful thingto do. Itis trivialike
thosethatcometo thesurfaceas I reelthemin one byone. Old
memories.
Theinnwas thesameas ever.I felthalflikea guestthere.Taking
myeaseinthecleanlittle tub,I hada longhotsoak.WhenI thought
ofit,itwas strangethatI shouldhavebeentakenbackthirty years
to thatold birthbythecold,naturalrainand artificial steamheat.
Butthen,whatoftheappallingstubbornness ofone's emotions?
Itis perhapsinevitable thatmanydifferent feelingsshouldbe bound
up in birth.That among them should remain thisdeep shynessis
frommybabybeingseeninallitshelplessnakedness.I oftenthink
backto thattime.Whatwas unusualtodaywas thatmythoughts
ofthebirth hadbeenslowlyforced outbymyimmediate surround-
ings. And theflash ofrealization as I was entering thecab? Itmust
havebeenmywoman'saccurateinstinct. I can onlythinkthatmy
bowedpositionrecalledthatofthefoetus.
Thelightswerealreadyon inthebathroom. Itwas brighter than
necessary.Takingadvantage of the of
completeexposure myage
and fatiguethatnormally I would nothave noticed,I examined
myselfminutely. Withoutmyknowingit,I'd becomea cumber-
somebodythathad tobe takencareof.Therewas nothing I could
do aboutthat.And yet,I'd madean effort to comeforthesetwo
orthreedaysin December.I feltthatthispleasantinnand thehot
springswouldat leastcurethetiredness frommycold.An inchor
twoin front ofmyeyes,a wispofsteamcurledup lazilyfromthe
water'ssurface.
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