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The fact that Saigyo composed a poem that begins, “I shall be unhappy without loneliness,” shows that he made loneliness his master.
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Seek not the paths of the ancients; Seek that which the ancients sought.
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Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
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Come, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.
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When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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Old pond, frog jumps in – plop.
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The basis of art is change in the universe.
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