Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
MATSUO BASHOFresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
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Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
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Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.
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Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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Old pond, leap-splash – a frog.
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Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
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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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Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
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The basis of art is change in the universe.
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Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
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Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.
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Before enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water. After enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water.
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