First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
MATSUO BASHOYear’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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Come, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.
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A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
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At the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water.
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Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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Make the universe your companion, always bearing in mind the true nature of things-mountains and rivers, trees and grasses, and humanity-and enjoy the falling blossoms and the scattering leaves.
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Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice.
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Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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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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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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Learn the rules, and then forget them.
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All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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Learn how to listen as things speak for themselves.
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On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
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Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!
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