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For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.

Matsuo Basho

Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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Moon Myself Night Water
Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
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Animal Character Deep Face Reveal
Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
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Existence Plant Rope Twisted
Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
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Drop Spring Tree
Go to the pine if you want to learn about the pine, or to the bamboo if you want to learn about the bamboo. And in doing so, you must leave your subjective preoccupation with yourself. Otherwise you impose yourself on the object and you do not learn.
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Knowledge Learning Leaving Nature Wisdom Yourself
The fact that Saigyo composed a poem that begins, “I shall be unhappy without loneliness,” shows that he made loneliness his master.
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Beginning Lonely Master Myself Poem
The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
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Animal Call Darkness Sea White Wild
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
I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
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Eat Fast Glory Morning Myself
Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
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Growth Nature Quiet Spring
Do not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.
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Be Yourself Identity Imitation Myself Original
There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.
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Flower Moon Nature See Thinking Yourself
Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice… Or backyard love?
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Cat Love Starve
Come, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.
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Animal Butterfly Togetherness
Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
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Count Festival Soul Thinking
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

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