Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
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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The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
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From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo.
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Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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The haiku that reveals seventy to eighty percent of its subject is good. Those that reveal fifty to sixty percent, we never tire of.
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When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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Breaking the silence Of an ancient pond, A frog jumped into water – A deep resonance.
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Don’t imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
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April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
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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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I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
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A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
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Seek not the paths of the ancients; Seek that which the ancients sought.
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Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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An autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.
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Old dark sleepy pool… Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!
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