All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
MATSUO BASHOA flute with no holes is not a flute.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
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Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
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A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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A flute with no holes is not a flute.
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Do not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.
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For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
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First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
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How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
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The moon and sun are travelers through eternity. Even the years wander on. Whether drifting through life on a boat or climbing toward old age leading a horse, each day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
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Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.
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Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.
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Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
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Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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