Waking in the night;the lamp is low,the oil freezing. It has rained enoughto turn the stubble on the fieldblack. Winter rainfalls on the cow-shed;a cock crows. The leeksnewly washed white,-how cold it is! The sea darkens;the voices of the wild ducksare faintly white. Ill on a journey;my dreams wanderover a withered moor.
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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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