Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
MATSUO BASHOCome, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
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Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
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The journey itself is my home.
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Learn the rules, and then forget them.
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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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The basis of art is change in the universe.
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Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
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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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A flute with no holes is not a flute.
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For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
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Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
MATSUO BASHO