Meeting Benches World art in all forms
The silence
penetrates into the rock
a song of cicadas.
The first snow!
Just to fold
the leaves of asphodel.
Traveling, sick
the way of my dreams
on a marsh drained.
The old pond!
The frog dives –
The sound of water.
(Matsuo Bashō – 1644/1694)
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