On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
MATSUO BASHOYear’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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I hope to have gathered To repay your kindness The willow leaves Scattered in the garden.
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Learn the rules, and then forget them.
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Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
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Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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Learn how to listen as things speak for themselves.
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Seek not the paths of the ancients; Seek that which the ancients sought.
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Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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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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Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.
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How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
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Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
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The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
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Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
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