Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
MATSUO BASHOWinter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
MATSUO BASHOLearn the rules, and then forget them.
MATSUO BASHOWithout bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance all over the world?
MATSUO BASHOBreaking the silence Of an ancient pond, A frog jumped into water – A deep resonance.
MATSUO BASHOHe who creates three to five haiku poems during a lifetime is a haiku poet. He who attains to completes ten is a master.
MATSUO BASHOThe universe and its beings are a complementarity of empty infinity, intimate interrelationships, and total uniqueness of each and every being.
MATSUO BASHOEvery moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
MATSUO BASHOFirst snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
MATSUO BASHOHarvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
MATSUO BASHOOld dark sleepy pool… Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!
MATSUO BASHOOld pond, leap-splash – a frog.
MATSUO BASHOCome, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.
MATSUO BASHOYear by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
MATSUO BASHOReal poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.
MATSUO BASHOA thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
MATSUO BASHOCome out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
MATSUO BASHO