“Of late the nights
are dawning
plum-blossom white.”
Yosa Buson (1716–1783) poet from Japan
Japanese Death Poems. Compiled by Yoel Hoffmann. ISBN 978-0-8048-3179-6
“Describe plum-blossoms?
Better than my verses… white
Wordless Butterflies”
Source: Japanese Haiku
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Better than my verses… white
Wordless Butterflies" by Bashō Matsuo?
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