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I hope to have gathered To repay your kindness The willow leaves Scattered in the garden.

Matsuo Basho

On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
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Autumn Evening
Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
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Enough Hide Order See
Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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Cry Death Flower
From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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Fall Food Tree
Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
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Children Moon Poverty Start
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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Day Journey Myself Sea Wind
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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Knowledge Learning Leaving Nature Wisdom Yourself
For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
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Flower Food Love Poverty Togetherness
When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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Autumn Cold Feeling Lips Myself Talk Voice Wind
The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
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Animal Call Darkness Sea White Wild
The basis of art is change in the universe.
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Art Change One Liner Universe
Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
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Live Nature Ourselves Tree
An autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.
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Autumn Life Night Thinking Yourself
First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
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Bridge Fall Snow
This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
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Autumn Disappear Growth Myself Old
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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Beginning Lonely Master Myself Poem

I hope to have gathered To repay your kindness The willow leaves Scattered in the garden.

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