Friends part forever wild geese lost in cloud.
MATSUO BASHOFriends part forever wild geese lost in cloud.
MATSUO BASHOThe basis of art is change in the universe.
MATSUO BASHOWithout bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance all over the world?
MATSUO BASHOSpring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
MATSUO BASHOI hope to have gathered To repay your kindness The willow leaves Scattered in the garden.
MATSUO BASHOLearn how to listen as things speak for themselves.
MATSUO BASHOSitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
MATSUO BASHOWinter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
MATSUO BASHODo not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.
MATSUO BASHOSummer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.
MATSUO BASHOFelling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
MATSUO BASHOEvery moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
MATSUO BASHOFirst snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
MATSUO BASHOThe desire to break the silence with constant human noise is, I believe, precisely an avoidance of the sacred terror of that divine encounter.
MATSUO BASHOCollecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.
MATSUO BASHOHow I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
MATSUO BASHO