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Matsuo Basho

When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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Autumn Cold Feeling Lips Myself Talk Voice Wind
Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.
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Dreams Greatness Summer
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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Avoid Believe Break Desire Divine Human Myself Noise Silence Sound
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Old Pond
Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
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Bloom Flower Poverty Truth
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
No matter where your interest lies, you will not be able to accomplish anything unless you bring your deepest devotion to it.
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Accomplishment Deep Devotion Interest Yourself
The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
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Flower Myself Sound Stop Temple
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
Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
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Enough Hide Order See
Don’t imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
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Fruit Imitation Myself
On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
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Autumn Evening
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
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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Day Journey Myself Sea Wind
The haiku that reveals seventy to eighty percent of its subject is good. Those that reveal fifty to sixty percent, we never tire of.
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Goodness Hide Mystery Poem Reveal
Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.
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Autumn Break Up End Leaving Myself Relationship Yourself

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