While a student planted the tree from which he took his name, Bashō asked himself, "How am I doing?
Let me answer, 'in lonely poverty'...but no one responds." Walking Japan's backroads, Bashō liked to
engage his forerunners in "conversations between a 'ghost and a ghost to be.'" Was he wondering
his poems would weather the moon's deathless gaze?

In Bashō's wake, generations of poets would see— "the glow of the song as vividly as if they were
running along great lighted pathways