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He beats with a stick,–
He, the master of the plum-orchard.")
There might be many people, I believe, who will wonder where in the world poetry will come in from a piece of clay beaten by a stick. But be patient, my friends. This is quite an excellent Hokku poem; here we have a scene of some old retired master of a plum-orchard now in a stroll ("And day's at the morn; morning's at seven," perhaps as in Robert Browning's song in Pippa Passes), who beats a lump of clay playfully while walking lazily. And go again to the lines of great Browning:
Do you still call the above Hokku nonsense? Take one more poem by Buson in the following:
Kanewo hanaruru
Kaneno koye."
The sound of the bell
That leaves the bell itself.")
Some little amplification would perhaps help in understanding the beauty of the above poem; but if your sensitive ears can differentiate the sounds of a bell in the daytime and during the