delight

A paulownia leaf has fallen;
Will you not come to me
In my loneliness?

Matsuo Bashō

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rain

An autumn eve;
There is joy too,
In loneliness…

Matsuo Bashō

coldness

Sunset on the sea:
The voices of the ducks
Are faintly white…

Matsuo Bashō

vision

In the midst of the plain
Sings the skylark,
Free of all things…

Matsuo Bashō

nothingness

Bones exposed in a field –
At the thought, how the wind
Bites into my flesh.

Matsuo Bashō