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I read, read, and then read some more. Always collecting lovely bits and pieces from every story or text I read. Enjoy. (NL/EN)

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Journey's end - still alive, this autumn evening.

Matsuo Bashō, Lips too chilled, p.55

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Lips too chilled for prattle - autumn wind.

Matsuo Bashō, Lips too chilled, p.52

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Come, let's go snow-viewing till we're buried.

Matsuo Bashō, Lips too chilled, p.48

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Come, see real flowers of this painful world.

Matsuo Bashō, Lips too chilled, p.47

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Skylark sings all day, and day not long enough.

Matsuo Bashō, Lips too chilled, p.45

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Wake, butterfly - it's late, we've miles to go together.

Matsuo Bashō, Lips too chilled, p.38

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First winter rain - I plod on, Traveller, my name.

Matsuo Bashō, Lips too chilled, p.34

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Faceless - bones scattered in the field, wind cuts my flesh.

Matsuo Bashō, Lips too chilled, p.31

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Darkening waves - cry of wild ducks, faintly white.

Matsuo Bashō, Lips too chilled, p.30

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Yellow rose petals thunder - a waterfall.

Matsuo Bashō, Lips too chilled, p.28

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On the dead limb squats a crow - autumn night.

Matsuo Bashō, Lips too chilled, p.26

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Aged - eating laver, my teeth grind sand.

Matsuo Bashō, Lips too chilled, p.25

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Cold white azalea - lone nun under thatched roof.

Matsuo Bashō, Lips too chilled, p.22

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Booze on blossoms - dark rice, white sake.

Matsuo Bashō, Lips too chilled, p.19

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If I'd the knack I'd sing like cherry flakes falling.

Matsuo Bashō, Lips too chilled, p.17

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Do not forget the plum, blooming in the thicket.

Matsuo Bashō, Lips too chilled, p.13

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Monks' feet clomping through icy dark, drawing sweet water.

Matsuo Bashō, Lips too chilled, p.7