Four Haiku by Matsuo Basho
Spring:
A hill without a name
Veiled in morning mist.
A hill without a name
Veiled in morning mist.
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The beginning of autumn:
Sea and emerald paddy
Both the same green.
Sea and emerald paddy
Both the same green.
The winds of autumn
Blow: yet still green
The chestnut husks.
Blow: yet still green
The chestnut husks.
A flash of lightning:
Into the gloom
Goes the heron's cry.
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