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First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.

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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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I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
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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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There came a day when the clouds drifting along with the wind aroused a wanderlust in me, and I set off on a journey to roam along the seashores
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Old dark sleepy pool… Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!
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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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Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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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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When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
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Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
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Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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Come, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.
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Do not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.
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Seek not the paths of the ancients; Seek that which the ancients sought.
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Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.
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Learn the rules, and then forget them.
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Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
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Bridge Fall Snow
Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.
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I hope to have gathered To repay your kindness The willow leaves Scattered in the garden.
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Friends part forever wild geese lost in cloud.
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Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
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From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
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