Old pond, frog jumps in – plop.
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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For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
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Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
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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.
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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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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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When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
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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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Traveler’s heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
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A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
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Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
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All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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Old dark sleepy pool… Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!
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Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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