rag each excerpt to the correct poetic structure.
dentify each excerpt as either a haiku or a tercet.
In a solitude of the sea
Deep from human vanity.
And the Pride of Life that planned her, stilly
couches she.
On a withered branch
A crow is sitting
This autumn eve.
(Matshuo Basho, "On a Withered
Branch
Spies, you are lights in state, but of base stuff,
Who, when you've burnt yourselves down to the
snuff.
Stink and are thrown away. End fair enough.
Haiku
Tercet