Matsuo Basho - falling sick on a journey / my dream goes wandering / over a field of dried grass
Matsuo Basho - the old pond / a frog leaps in / sound of the water
Walt Whitman - o to sail in a ship / to leave this steady unendurable land / to leave the tiresome sameness of streets / the sidewalks and the houses / to leave you / o you solid motionless land / and entering a ship / to sail and sail and sail
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