A student planted the tree from which he took his name; then Bashō asked himself, "How am I doing?
Let me answer, 'in lonely poverty'...but no one responds." Walking Japan's backroads, he engaged in conversations between a 'ghost and a ghost to be,'" wondering if his poems would weather the moon's deathless gaze? And would the generations of poets to come see "the glow of the song as vividly as if
they were running along great lighted pathways."