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sick on my journey ,
my dreams go wandering
on this withered field
Matsuo Basho, Death Haiku, 1694
philo-sophic-ally-speaking • Matsuo Bashō’s Death Haiku
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A. E. Housman
Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?
That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.
Tract
By William Carlos Williams
I will teach you my townspeople
how to perform a funeral —
for you have it over a troop
of artists—
unless one should scour the world —
you have the ground sense necessary.
See! the hearse leads.
I begin with a design for a hearse.
For Christ's sake not black —
nor white either — and not polished!
Let it be... See more
By William Carlos Williams
I will teach you my townspeople
how to perform a funeral —
for you have it over a troop
of artists—
unless one should scour the world —
you have the ground sense necessary.
See! the hearse leads.
I begin with a design for a hearse.
For Christ's sake not black —
nor white either — and not polished!
Let it be... See more
William Carlos Williams • Tract by William Carlos Williams | Poetry Foundation
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Q • 1 card