All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
MATSUO BASHOFelling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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Seek not the paths of the ancients; Seek that which the ancients sought.
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Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
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How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
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Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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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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Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.
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Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
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Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice.
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Learn how to listen as things speak for themselves.
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Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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He who creates three to five haiku poems during a lifetime is a haiku poet. He who attains to completes ten is a master.
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Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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Don’t imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
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On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
MATSUO BASHO