Eikyū hyakushu 283

Reaped Rice Fields 稂田


yoshi saraba
omou hitsuchi no
mono ni mo narade
shimogarene to ya
I care not!
That’s what I feel – the stubble,
Ever bent down
And coming to nothing:
I wonder, will it avoid the burn of frost?


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