April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
MATSUO BASHOThe journey itself is my home.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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Don’t imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
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Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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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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Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!
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The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
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Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
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Old dark sleepy pool… Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!
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Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
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Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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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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Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice… Or backyard love?
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Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
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Seek not the paths of the ancients; Seek that which the ancients sought.
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