Sublime

Rubaiyat.

One of these was the haiku poet Taneda Santoka.

Teishin,

“But once the ego is born into this world, it has to shoulder morality.

I thought instead of the dead Tsuneko, and, longing for her, I wept. Of all the people I had ever known, that miserable Tsuneko really was the only one I loved.

I hope to be “original” in my expression, just as I imagine all artists do. As I have already explained, however, it’s not something I myself can determine. However loudly I proclaim it from the rooftops, however often I am praised for it by the critics and the media, our voices are fated to vanish in the wind. All I can do is entrust the final dec

sick on my journey ,

my dreams go wandering

on this withered field

Matsuo Basho, Death Haiku, 1694