Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
MATSUO BASHOFarewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
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Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
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Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
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How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
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Learn the rules, and then forget them.
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Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
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Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.
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Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
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Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
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The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
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Seek not the paths of the ancients; Seek that which the ancients sought.
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Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice… Or backyard love?
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