The fact that Saigyo composed a poem that begins, “I shall be unhappy without loneliness,” shows that he made loneliness his master.
MATSUO BASHOAt the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
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How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
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Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.
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Old pond, frog jumps in – plop.
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Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice.
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At the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water.
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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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On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
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Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
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Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.
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April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
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Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
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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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Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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The journey itself is my home.
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I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.
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Breaking the silence Of an ancient pond, A frog jumped into water – A deep resonance.
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Before enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water. After enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water.
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An autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.
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I hope to have gathered To repay your kindness The willow leaves Scattered in the garden.
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Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
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Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
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Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
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A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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