There is a procession of syllables wheat, one prairies, two lost Swede towns, three one, two, three.

Now, there's one way to interpret this, which is to say that emancipation and depression and recovery all have a lot of syllables.

Basho, in 17 syllables, juxtaposed a turbulent ocean driven by a storm now past, and captured the almost impossible beauty of our home galaxy with millions of stars, probably hundreds and hundreds of who knows how many planets, maybe even an ocean that we will probably call Sylvia in time.