An autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.
MATSUO BASHOI am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
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From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo.
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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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The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
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For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
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Seek not the paths of the ancients; Seek that which the ancients sought.
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Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
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The fact that Saigyo composed a poem that begins, “I shall be unhappy without loneliness,” shows that he made loneliness his master.
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Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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Old pond, frog jumps in – plop.
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This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
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I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
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Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.
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Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice.
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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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Traveler’s heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
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All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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Learn the rules, and then forget them.
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The desire to break the silence with constant human noise is, I believe, precisely an avoidance of the sacred terror of that divine encounter.
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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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Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.
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April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
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The basis of art is change in the universe.
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A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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