Cicada Memories

A cicada carcass on my porch in Michigan yesterday…

Semi no nakigoe o kikoeru to, Sadogashima no ma-natsu omoidasu.

Semi no kara o mitsukeru to, sono natsu no yo wa sugu.

 

“Whenever I hear the cicada’s cry I recall Sado Island’s mid-summer.

When I find a cicada carcass shell, that summer night is close at hand.”

 

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2 thoughts on “Cicada Memories

    • Thank you! When I was child in Michigan I remember seeing a live semi on a tree. I thought it was a big ugly fly. Never did I associate summer’s shrill sound. Only after living in Japan did I understand.

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