black
grey
blue
red
brown
white

The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.

Matsuo Basho

Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?
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End Fan Myself Old Summer
This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
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Autumn Disappear Growth Myself Old
How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
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Face Flower God Myself See
Don’t imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
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Fruit Imitation Myself
The journey itself is my home.
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Home Journey Myself
On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
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Autumn Evening
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
Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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Day Destination Home Journey
Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!
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Age Fresh Mountain Nature Spring Time World
Old pond, leap-splash – a frog.
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Frog Old
April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
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Balance Butterfly Leaves
Traveler’s heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
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Fire Heart Place Travel
There came a day when the clouds drifting along with the wind aroused a wanderlust in me, and I set off on a journey to roam along the seashores
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Day Journey Myself Sea Wind
Go to the pine if you want to learn about the pine, or to the bamboo if you want to learn about the bamboo. And in doing so, you must leave your subjective preoccupation with yourself. Otherwise you impose yourself on the object and you do not learn.
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Knowledge Learning Leaving Nature Wisdom Yourself
Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
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Home Insect Rain Spring
Old dark sleepy pool… Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!
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Dark Expectation Old Sleep Water

The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.

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