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Forest of Eyes: Selected Poems of Tada Chimako
In the introduction to a slim 1990 volume of Tada's poetry in English translation, Ooka Makoto points to the danger of such a delimiting term when applied to a poet like Tada, offering Tada's observation that intellect alone is never enough: \"intellect, feeling, and the senses can combine to create the most sublime pleasure\" (Moonstone Woman [Michigan: Katydid Books], p. 14) As Ooka suggests, the short, mesmerizing poems by which Tada is so often represented do not do her long and varied career justice. Naming \"family tradition\" \"a corpse\" in her poem \"Woman from a Distant Land,\" Tada, like so many other contemporary women poets of Japan, plays with the important cultural icon with which Japanese women are so often associated, the hakoiri musume, or \"daughter in a box,\" who was sheltered and hidden from the world in an attempt to keep her purity intact for marriage. The ironic violence that surges beneath the surface of contemporary life could not be more strongly stated in \"Sunday,\" also from Gladiator's Arena, recounted here in its entirety: \"It is Sunday, when the beheadings take place/ The park is plastered with ads, the grass shorn short/ The elementary school students toss the heads/ With faces like chestnuts into the blue sky/ The fountain sends up a bloody tide/ A street corner curves its back/ And people whistle to call their little dogs\" (p. 21).