Matsuo Basho quotes

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Refinement's origin:
the remote north country's
rice-planting song.
Clouds now and again
give a soul some respite from
moon-gazing--behold.
The summer grasses:
of mighty warlords' visions
all that they have left.
On my travels, stricken--
my dreams over the dry land
go on roving.
An old pond--
a frog tumbles in--
the sound of water.
Cooling, so cooling,
with a wall against my feet,
midday sleep--behold.
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