Frogs in the Rain Barrel by Sally ItoFrogs in the Rain Barrel by Sally Ito

Frogs in the Rain Barrel

bySally Ito

Paperback | January 1, 1995

Pricing and Purchase Info

$15.26 online 
$16.95 list price save 9%
Earn 76 plum® points

Prices and offers may vary in store


Ships within 1-3 weeks

Ships free on orders over $25

Not available in stores


In the title poem of this extraordinary first book, Sally Ito remembers her childhood in Alberta, when she set frogs in the rain barrel and watched them swim like stars in a "pool of still and nether depths/ whose mirrored surface was all."

Those imagined depths become a powerful metaphor in these poems, which reflect Ito's experiences as a young Japanese Canadian living and writing in Alberta, the Northwest Territories, the West Coast and Japan. Hers is a distinct poetic voice, equally at ease with such diverse images as an aged Chinese man on the train, the Inuit goddess of the sea and the first crocus of spring. Frogs in the Rain Barrel was runner-up for the Milton Acorn People's Poetry Award in 1996.
Sally Ito was born in Taber, Alberta and grew up in Edmonton and the Northwest Territories. She studied at the University of British Columbia and the University of Alberta, and travelled on scholarship to Japan, where she translated Japanese poetry. Her first book of poems, Frogs in the Rain Barrel (Nightwood, 1995) was runner-up for t...
Title:Frogs in the Rain BarrelFormat:PaperbackDimensions:72 pages, 9 × 6 × 0.24 inPublished:January 1, 1995Publisher:Nightwood EditionsLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0889711607

ISBN - 13:9780889711600

Look for similar items by category:


Read from the Book

They are in a room,together. Their breathing, a rhythm of agesrises and fallsin the small tempest of sleep.One is a child, a girl.Her breath, quick and lightfalls as a petal of airupon a small, rounded facedreaming of the night's darknesspassing in grace of Hewho answers prayers forever.One is a woman breathingtaut and baited as one who is on the brinkof love's summation; passionplanted in the body,now growing swollen and wantonin the night's potted darkness, nurturedon dreams of love lasting forever.And she that is old, sleepsstill, body pulsing to the heart's soundin the night's boding darknesswhere dreams nowlie reverent to the mortal soundthat is not forever. Nowbreath for breath's sake.