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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.

Matsuo Basho

A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
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Dreams Summer Warrior
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
April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
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Balance Butterfly Leaves
On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
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Autumn Evening
Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.
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Collection Rain River Water
The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
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Animal Call Darkness Sea White Wild
Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
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Calm Rock Serene Sound
Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!
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Age Fresh Mountain Nature Spring Time World
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
When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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Autumn Cold Feeling Lips Myself Talk Voice Wind
Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?
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End Fan Myself Old Summer
I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.
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Air Home Quite Sleep
Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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Moon Myself Night Water
This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
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Autumn Disappear Growth Myself Old
Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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Death Life Moments Poem
How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
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Desire Flower Moon Myself

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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