Come, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.
MATSUO BASHOOld pond, frog jumps in – plop.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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Don’t imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
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Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!
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All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
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Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
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The desire to break the silence with constant human noise is, I believe, precisely an avoidance of the sacred terror of that divine encounter.
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I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.
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Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.
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Do not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.
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The journey itself is my home.
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Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
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Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.
MATSUO BASHO