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Clouds appear
and bring to men a chance to rest
from looking at the moon.
Basho |
Won't you come and see
loneliness? Just one leaf
from the kiri tree.
Basho |
Temple bells die out.
The fragrant blossoms remain.
A perfect evening!
Basho |
Going deeper
And deeper still
Green Mountains.
Santoka |
By flowering pear
and by the lamp of the moon
she reads her letter.
Buson |
Pure white plum blossoms
slowly begin to turn
the colour of dawn.
Buson |
An evening cloudburst
sparrows cling desperately
to trembling bushes.
Buson |
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