Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
MATSUO BASHOLearn how to listen as things speak for themselves.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
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From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo.
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First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
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A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
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On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
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Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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Come, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.
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How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
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When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!
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Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice.
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Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
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