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A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.

Matsuo Basho

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
Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!
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Age Fresh Mountain Nature Spring Time World
I hope to have gathered To repay your kindness The willow leaves Scattered in the garden.
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Garden Hope Kindness Pay
Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
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Home Insect Rain Spring
Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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Day Destination Home Journey
A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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Memories Skeleton
Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
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Enough Hide Order See
Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
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Live Nature Ourselves Tree
Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
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Flower Pain See True World
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
Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice.
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Awake Ice Night Sound Water
With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
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Butterfly Change Mindset Place
Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.
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Better Choice Leadership Life Original Poetry Reality Write
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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Deep Enough Gide Leaving Object Subject Yourself
The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
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Animal Call Darkness Sea White Wild
At the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water.
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Pond Sound Water

A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.

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