splendour

Sleeping on a journey –
Is some dog being rained on too?
The voices of night.

Matsuo Bashō

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the magical metaphor

While mankind remains mere baggage in the world
It will be swept along, as in a boat, asleep.
What can they see in sleep?
What real merit or punishment can there be?

Sana’i

montella

Rising from the river,
Does the roar of waves break in upon the
sleep
Of the Uji villagers,
So that even at night their way is perilous
Across the floating bridge of dreams?

Fujiwara Teika

VI

The world of the waking is one and shared,
but the sleeping turn aside each into his private world.

Heraclitus

on herself

Will you sleep forever?
There was a time, Korinna,
when you were not a loafer.

Korinna