Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?
MATSUO BASHOTraveler’s heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
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All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
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With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
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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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Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
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The moon and sun are travelers through eternity. Even the years wander on. Whether drifting through life on a boat or climbing toward old age leading a horse, each day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
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Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
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I hope to have gathered To repay your kindness The willow leaves Scattered in the garden.
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An autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.
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Don’t imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
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Learn how to listen as things speak for themselves.
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