Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
MATSUO BASHOApril’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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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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From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?
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Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
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The journey itself is my home.
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Do not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.
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Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
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Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!
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Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
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Breaking the silence Of an ancient pond, A frog jumped into water – A deep resonance.
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Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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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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The haiku that reveals seventy to eighty percent of its subject is good. Those that reveal fifty to sixty percent, we never tire of.
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Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.
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Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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