On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
MATSUO BASHO- Before enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water. After enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water.
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- black
- grey
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- brown
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Before enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water. After enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
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From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
MATSUO BASHOFrom all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
MATSUO BASHOI am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
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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
MATSUO BASHOThere 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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Before enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water. After enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water.
MATSUO BASHOBefore enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water. After enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water.
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Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice.
MATSUO BASHOAwakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice.
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Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
MATSUO BASHOPlunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
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Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
MATSUO BASHOCome out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
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Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
MATSUO BASHOEvery moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
MATSUO BASHOPoverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
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Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
MATSUO BASHOFelling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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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.
MATSUO BASHOThe 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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Learn how to listen as things speak for themselves.
MATSUO BASHOLearn how to listen as things speak for themselves.
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Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
MATSUO BASHOHarvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!
MATSUO BASHOFresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!
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The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
MATSUO BASHOThe moon is brighter since the barn burned.
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