Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
MATSUO BASHOApril’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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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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Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
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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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How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
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The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
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Make the universe your companion, always bearing in mind the true nature of things-mountains and rivers, trees and grasses, and humanity-and enjoy the falling blossoms and the scattering leaves.
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Learn how to listen as things speak for themselves.
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Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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The universe and its beings are a complementarity of empty infinity, intimate interrelationships, and total uniqueness of each and every being.
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Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
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Come, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.
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Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
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For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
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