I randomly grabbed this off the shelf in the poetry section of my local library knowing absolutely nothing about the collection or the author except for what I could deduce from the title and author name. I've been engaging in more Japanese entertainment than usual, so I was interested to see what this collection might be like.
Overall, these pieces didn't really speak to me. Especially as someone who has ravenously consumed dead mom poetry/prose, I was surprised to find a lot of these poems just fell flat. I can't really say what exactly it was I didn't like. A lot of the content felt too precious for my taste, especially in the first part about family. The writing was not very accessible throughout.
I can appreciate some of the imagery and language, but not enough to get any significant impact from having read this book.
Before I was 2/3 of the way through, I'd ordered a copy of this book for my sister. I considered lending her mine, but was afraid I'd not get it back before I wanted to read it again.
The poems are divided into four sections—Family Pictures, In an American Landscape, Every Woman, and Returning to the Land of Gold. Like Zen, the poems are simple, and elegant, and will both cause and allow you to think on them long after you put the book down.
Ms. Mori writes about her time growing up in Japan, about her time in the US, and about going back home to visit. I can't tell you which are my favorites unless I listed about half the contents. But I can tell you the last poem, the title poem, Fallout, will haunt me forever for its beauty and its horror and my tears.
A most welcome addition to my bookshelf. It is everything a book of poetry should be.