When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
MATSUO BASHOA thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
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A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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Do not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.
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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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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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Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
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Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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At the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water.
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Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
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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.
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Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
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Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.
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Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
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Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
MATSUO BASHO