Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?
MATSUO BASHOThe basis of art is change in the universe.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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Friends part forever wild geese lost in cloud.
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For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
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Do not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.
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Breaking the silence Of an ancient pond, A frog jumped into water – A deep resonance.
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From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo.
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Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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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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An autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.
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The basis of art is change in the universe.
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Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
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A flute with no holes is not a flute.
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April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
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Old dark sleepy pool… Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!
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Traveler’s heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
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From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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