The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
MATSUO BASHO
Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
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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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A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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The journey itself is my home.
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I hope to have gathered To repay your kindness The willow leaves Scattered in the garden.
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Learn the rules, and then forget them.
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Come, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.
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When composing a verse let there not be a hair’s breath separating your mind from what you write; composition of a poem must be done in an instant, like a woodcutter felling a huge tree or a swordsman leaping at a dangerous enemy.
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An autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.
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Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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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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On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
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Don’t imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
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Friends part forever wild geese lost in cloud.
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