April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
MATSUO BASHOEvery moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
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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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Go to the object. Leave your subjective preoccupation with yourself. Do not impose yourself on the object. Become one with the object. Plunge deep enough into the object to see something like a hidden glimmering there.
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Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.
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Do not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.
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Traveler’s heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
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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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Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
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Old pond, leap-splash – a frog.
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Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
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The moon and sun are travelers through eternity. Even the years wander on. Whether drifting through life on a boat or climbing toward old age leading a horse, each day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
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Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
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A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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