This poem is taken from PN Review 153, Volume 30 Number 1, September - October 2003.
Two PoemsIf I Were a Kimono Maker
If I were a kimono maker
searching for
a gentle swirling print
to grace the winter season,
I would go
in November,
on the last weekend
for autumn leaves,
to Gifu prefecture,
first spending the night
in an old house
of wood and paper
and hundred-year old beams
around a fire
with mountaineers,
...
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