働らいても働らいてもすすきツ穂work and work and still the plumes of pampas grass

「貧農生活」と前書のある句。働いても働いても暮らしは楽にならず、目に入るのはすすきの穂ばかり。穂の白さが、その徒労をしずかに見ている。A poem headed "the life of the poor farmer." Work and work, and still life grows no easier; all the eye takes in is the plumes of pampas grass. The whiteness of those plumes looks on quietly at the futility of the toil.