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2018
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All blackness can never fill a mother's heart.—O-Katsu-San, you have known the baby's hand in yours. But I am old—and I have never known, can never know.—I'd go to the lowest hells if once I might but know the touch of my own child's hand.
THE TREE
Hai! Hai! Hai
OBAA-SAN
Just once—for one short day—to fill the empty place in my heart that has always been empty—and a pain—
O-SODE-SAN
Who is that man, Obaa-San?
OBAA-SAN
There? That is a stranger seeking for Kyushu.
O-KATSU-SAN
He seems to wish to speak to you.
OBAA-SAN
A strange man. 'Twas he who seemed to make me unlock my heart to you.
O-SODE-SAN
Then shall we go.—And we'll return, Obaa-San.
OBAA-SAN
Grandmother!
O-KATSU-SAN
We'll laugh no more.
[They leave. Obaa-San turns to the tree. The Gaki enters, strangely agitated.
THE GAKI
Obaa-San, for so they called you, tell me—did you say you'd go to the lowest hells if you might know the touch of your own child?
OBAA-SAN
Forever—could I but fill this emptiness in my mother-heart.
THE GAKI
Would you really pay?
OBAA-SAN
Yes, yes. But why do you ask?—Who are you?
THE GAKI
I am a stranger bound for Kyushu.
OBAA-SAN
Why do you, too, make sport of me?
THE GAKI
Go you into your house and come not till I call.
[Obaa-San obeys under a strange compulsion.
THE TREE
Hai! Hai! Hai
THE GAKI
You can not feed me now. That cry was the wind amongst your branches. Come. I bid you come to life, to human form.
THE TREE
I do not wish to come.
THE GAKI
I bid you come!
[When he touches the trunk of the tree, Aoyagi steps forth. She is small. Her little body is swathed in brown and from her arms hang long sleeves like the branches of the weeping willow. At first she shrinks. Then freedom takes hold on her and she opens her arms wide.
THE GAKI
You are free.
AOYAGI
Free!
THE GAKI
As free as one in life. You are bound to the tree as one might be bound to his body in a dream—but you may wander as one wanders in a dream—free until the waking—then when the tree suffers, you shall suffer. Though you be leagues away, you shall suffer.—But first you shall dream.—Now you are to be the daughter of Obaa-San.
THE TREE
Hai! Hai! Hai
OBAA-SAN
Just once—for one short day—to fill the empty place in my heart that has always been empty—and a pain—
O-SODE-SAN
Who is that man, Obaa-San?
OBAA-SAN
There? That is a stranger seeking for Kyushu.
O-KATSU-SAN
He seems to wish to speak to you.
OBAA-SAN
A strange man. 'Twas he who seemed to make me unlock my heart to you.
O-SODE-SAN
Then shall we go.—And we'll return, Obaa-San.
OBAA-SAN
Grandmother!
O-KATSU-SAN
We'll laugh no more.
[They leave. Obaa-San turns to the tree. The Gaki enters, strangely agitated.
THE GAKI
Obaa-San, for so they called you, tell me—did you say you'd go to the lowest hells if you might know the touch of your own child?
OBAA-SAN
Forever—could I but fill this emptiness in my mother-heart.
THE GAKI
Would you really pay?
OBAA-SAN
Yes, yes. But why do you ask?—Who are you?
THE GAKI
I am a stranger bound for Kyushu.
OBAA-SAN
Why do you, too, make sport of me?
THE GAKI
Go you into your house and come not till I call.
[Obaa-San obeys under a strange compulsion.
THE TREE
Hai! Hai! Hai
THE GAKI
You can not feed me now. That cry was the wind amongst your branches. Come. I bid you come to life, to human form.
THE TREE
I do not wish to come.
THE GAKI
I bid you come!
[When he touches the trunk of the tree, Aoyagi steps forth. She is small. Her little body is swathed in brown and from her arms hang long sleeves like the branches of the weeping willow. At first she shrinks. Then freedom takes hold on her and she opens her arms wide.
THE GAKI
You are free.
AOYAGI
Free!
THE GAKI
As free as one in life. You are bound to the tree as one might be bound to his body in a dream—but you may wander as one wanders in a dream—free until the waking—then when the tree suffers, you shall suffer. Though you be leagues away, you shall suffer.—But first you shall dream.—Now you are to be the daughter of Obaa-San.
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