Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
MATSUO BASHOSummer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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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 am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
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The fact that Saigyo composed a poem that begins, “I shall be unhappy without loneliness,” shows that he made loneliness his master.
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Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
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When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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Traveler’s heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
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Old dark sleepy pool… Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!
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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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Make the universe your companion, always bearing in mind the true nature of things-mountains and rivers, trees and grasses, and humanity-and enjoy the falling blossoms and the scattering leaves.
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Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
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The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
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Old pond, leap-splash – a frog.
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Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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