Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
MATSUO BASHOCome out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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The haiku that reveals seventy to eighty percent of its subject is good. Those that reveal fifty to sixty percent, we never tire of.
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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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From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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Breaking the silence Of an ancient pond, A frog jumped into water – A deep resonance.
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This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
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The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.
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Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
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Old pond, leap-splash – a frog.
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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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The universe and its beings are a complementarity of empty infinity, intimate interrelationships, and total uniqueness of each and every being.
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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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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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A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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Go to the object. Leave your subjective preoccupation with yourself. Do not impose yourself on the object. Become one with the object. Plunge deep enough into the object to see something like a hidden glimmering there.
MATSUO BASHO