Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
MATSUO BASHOApril’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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Seek not the paths of the ancients; Seek that which the ancients sought.
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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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Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
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Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
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Learn how to listen as things speak for themselves.
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A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
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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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Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
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Go to the object. Leave your subjective preoccupation with yourself. Do not impose yourself on the object. Become one with the object. Plunge deep enough into the object to see something like a hidden glimmering there.
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Come, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.
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With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
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From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
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I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
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