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And like him, I also cried out to my father:

Wait, wait!

when he thoughtlessly drew a knife from the kitchen drawer

to slice the fruit in quarters

It would be nice to think that he paused,

listening to ar-buried exhortation,

that I sprang froold

in a helmet of antlers and a bamboo kusazuri

If I had leapt from the honey-bed and kissed my mother’s ear,

then I, too, s

to the monkey,

the pheasant,

the spotted dog

We ether, then,

trarass with filial feet