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In this world
we walk on the roof of hell,
gazing at flowers.
The moon and the flowers,
forty-nine years,
walking around, wasting time.
Full moon:
my ramshackle hut
is what it is.
I’m going out,
flies, so relax,
make love.
Don’t worry, spiders,
I keep house
casually.
We humans–
squirming around
among the blossoming flowers.
The world of dew
is the world of dew,
And yet, and yet–
Kobayashi Issa (1763 – 1827 / Japan)