Marathon on Snowshoes in Haiku

(all poetry by Matsuo Basho)

A snowy morning--
by myself,
chewing on dried salmon.

A field of cotton--
as if the moon
had flowered.

What luck!
The southern valley
Make snow fragrant.

On a journey, ailing -
my dreams roam about
over a withered moor.

When the winter chrysanthemums go,
there's nothing to write about
but radishes

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