Like I said before, there were Bhudist monks who would take years to write a haiku, and would live in solitude to perfect their arts.
For example, Basho spent much of his time alone perfecting his art. Here is one of his poems:
On a leafless branch,
A crow comes to rest–
The Autumn nightfall.
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