Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
MATSUO BASHOOld pond, leap-splash – a frog.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
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Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?
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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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Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
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Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
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I hope to have gathered To repay your kindness The willow leaves Scattered in the garden.
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An autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.
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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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Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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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.
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When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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