Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!
MATSUO BASHOThe journey itself is my home.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
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Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.
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Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
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How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
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Come, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.
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Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
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Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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The haiku that reveals seventy to eighty percent of its subject is good. Those that reveal fifty to sixty percent, we never tire of.
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Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
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For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
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Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
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Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?
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Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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The universe and its beings are a complementarity of empty infinity, intimate interrelationships, and total uniqueness of each and every being.
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How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
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Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
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Don’t imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
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Old pond, frog jumps in – plop.
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There came a day when the clouds drifting along with the wind aroused a wanderlust in me, and I set off on a journey to roam along the seashores
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The journey itself is my home.
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Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice.
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Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
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The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.
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Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.
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