Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
MATSUO BASHOA thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
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Learn the rules, and then forget them.
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Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
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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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The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
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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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Without bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance all over the world?
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How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
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Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
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At the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water.
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Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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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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There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.
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Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
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Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
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Go to the pine if you want to learn about the pine, or to the bamboo if you want to learn about the bamboo. And in doing so, you must leave your subjective preoccupation with yourself. Otherwise you impose yourself on the object and you do not learn.
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Make the universe your companion, always bearing in mind the true nature of things-mountains and rivers, trees and grasses, and humanity-and enjoy the falling blossoms and the scattering leaves.
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From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo.
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Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
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An autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.
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Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.
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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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Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice… Or backyard love?
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Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
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Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!
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