Tilling the field,
He wipes his snotty hand
On the plum-flowers.
— Issa
The mud-snail
Crawls two or three feet,—
And the day is over.
— Gomei
From their croaking,
The frogs sound as if
Elbowing one another.
— Hokushi
The spring night
Has come to an end,
With dawn on the cherry blossoms.
— Basho
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