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Spring:
A hill without a
Veiled in morning mist.
The beginning of autumn:
Sea and emerald
Both the same green.
The winds of
Blow: yet still
The chestnut husks.
A flash of lightning:
Into the
Goes the heron's cry.
Matsuo Basho
Matsuo Bashō (松尾 芭蕉, 1644 – November 28, 1694), born Matsuo Kinsaku (松尾 金作), then Matsuo Chūemon Munefusa (松尾 忠右衛門 宗房),[2] was the most famous p
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