by Matsuo Basho
Winter garden,
the moon thinned to a thread,
insects singing.
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Last updated May 02, 2015
Winter garden
Last updated May 02, 2015
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A poet needs to keep his wilderness alive inside him. To remain a poet after forty requires an awareness of your darkest Africa, that part of yourself that will never be tamed.
• Stanley Kunitz