When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
MATSUO BASHODo not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
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I hope to have gathered To repay your kindness The willow leaves Scattered in the garden.
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A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
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With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
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Old pond, leap-splash – a frog.
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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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Traveler’s heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
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Friends part forever wild geese lost in cloud.
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He who creates three to five haiku poems during a lifetime is a haiku poet. He who attains to completes ten is a master.
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Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
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Learn the rules, and then forget them.
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Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
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Old pond, frog jumps in – plop.
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The basis of art is change in the universe.
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Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.
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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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Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!
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Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
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Breaking the silence Of an ancient pond, A frog jumped into water – A deep resonance.
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The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
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First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
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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 by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
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