Friends part forever wild geese lost in cloud.
MATSUO BASHOWithout bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance all over the world?
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
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Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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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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Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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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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The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.
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This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
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Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
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Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
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The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
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The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
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Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?
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A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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No matter where your interest lies, you will not be able to accomplish anything unless you bring your deepest devotion to it.
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For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
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