Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
MATSUO BASHOA flute with no holes is not a flute.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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Friends part forever wild geese lost in cloud.
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On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
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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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Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.
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The fact that Saigyo composed a poem that begins, “I shall be unhappy without loneliness,” shows that he made loneliness his master.
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Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
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Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
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All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
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Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!
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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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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.
MATSUO BASHO






