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Matsuo Basho

Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.
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Collection Rain River Water
Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?
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End Fan Myself Old Summer
Don’t imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
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Fruit Imitation Myself
Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
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Home Insect Rain Spring
The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
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Animal Call Darkness Sea White Wild
Old dark sleepy pool… Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!
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Dark Expectation Old Sleep Water
How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
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Desire Flower Moon Myself
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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Creation Life Master Poem Poet Time Writing
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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Bone Cold Deep Fragrance Nature Perfume World
Seek not the paths of the ancients; Seek that which the ancients sought.
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Journey Path Seek Wisdom
Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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Oneself Solitude Sound Wind Winter
When composing a verse let there not be a hair’s breath separating your mind from what you write; composition of a poem must be done in an instant, like a woodcutter felling a huge tree or a swordsman leaping at a dangerous enemy.
MATSUO BASHO

Breathe Compose Dangerous Enemy Fall Hairs Mindset Tree Writing
Friends part forever wild geese lost in cloud.
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Cloud Forever Friendship Lost Wild
With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
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Butterfly Change Mindset Place
Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
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Children Moon Poverty Start
A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
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Dreams Summer Warrior

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