A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
MATSUO BASHOThe desire to break the silence with constant human noise is, I believe, precisely an avoidance of the sacred terror of that divine encounter.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
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First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
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Friends part forever wild geese lost in cloud.
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The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.
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Before enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water. After enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water.
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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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Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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Old pond, frog jumps in – plop.
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April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
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Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
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A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
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When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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An autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.
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Learn the rules, and then forget them.
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