Sick on a journey, my dreams wander the withered fields. Bashō's last poem, written while he was dying of a stomach illness. (Matsuo Bashō)

Sick on a journey, my dreams wander the withered fields. Bashō's last poem, written while he was dying of a stomach illness.

Matsuo Bashō

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