"Finally, from so little sleeping and so much reading, his brain dried up and he went completely out of his mind.” (Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, Don Quixote)
to exist after the storm
chrysanthemum
butterflies and birds
restlessly they rise up
a cloud of flowers
in a bamboo thicket
leaking moonlight
cold-hearted in a thatched house
a white azalea
autumn has come visiting my ear on a pillow of wind
the fragrance of flowers strike
at evening
Basho
