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MYS VIII: 1556

A poem by Imube no obito Kuromaro

秋田刈る刈廬もいまだ壊たねば雁が音寒し霜も置きぬがに

akita karu
kari ipo mo imada
kopotaneba
kari ga ne samusi
simo mo okinu gani
Reaping autumn fields
My temporary harvest-hut is yet
To fall, but
The goose calls are so chill that
Frost seems sure to fall…

Imube no Kuromaro
忌部黒麿