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Yosa Buson
Yosa Buson

A renowned poet of the Edo period in Japan, Yosa Buson is hailed as the master of haiku. Born in 1716 and died on December 25, 1783, Buson's poetry is characterized by its simplicity, clarity, and profoundness, which had a profound impact on the development of haiku in later generations. more

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