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Matsuo Basho

Friends part forever wild geese lost in cloud.
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Cloud Forever Friendship Lost Wild
There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.
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Flower Moon Nature See Thinking Yourself
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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Beginning Lonely Master Myself Poem
First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
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Bridge Fall Snow
Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
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Live Nature Ourselves Tree
I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
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Eat Fast Glory Morning Myself
Old dark sleepy pool… Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!
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Dark Expectation Old Sleep Water
Without bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance all over the world?
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Bone Cold Deep Fragrance Nature Perfume World
Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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Age Float Time World
From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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Fall Food Tree
Breaking the silence Of an ancient pond, A frog jumped into water – A deep resonance.
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Break Deep Frog Resonate Silence Water
At the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water.
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Pond Sound Water
Seek not the paths of the ancients; Seek that which the ancients sought.
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Journey Path Seek Wisdom
The desire to break the silence with constant human noise is, I believe, precisely an avoidance of the sacred terror of that divine encounter.
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Avoid Believe Break Desire Divine Human Myself Noise Silence Sound
Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice… Or backyard love?
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Cat Love Starve
Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
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Children Moon Poverty Start

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