Bashō

* Look, so holy: green leaves
young leaves in the
light of the sun

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* The start of poetry: a rice-planting
song in the interior

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* Pouring the hot sun into the
sea, the Mogami River

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* From today on, erase the inscript,
dew on my hat

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* As I sweep the garden and
walk out, willow leaves scatter

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* All night long with the
storm carrying the
waves, the Tide-cross
Pines drip the moon

~ Matsuo Bashō (Bashō's Narrow Road:Spring & Autumn Passages)
  Translated by Hiroaki Sato, SCRIBD.