April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.

Matsuo Basho

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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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Bone Cold Deep Fragrance Nature Perfume World
Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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Moon Myself Night Water
All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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Friendship Moon Ugly View
Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?
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End Fan Myself Old Summer
With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
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Butterfly Change Mindset Place
For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
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Flower Food Love Poverty Togetherness
This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
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Autumn Disappear Growth Myself Old
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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Knowledge Learning Leaving Nature Wisdom Yourself
An autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.
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Autumn Life Night Thinking Yourself
No matter where your interest lies, you will not be able to accomplish anything unless you bring your deepest devotion to it.
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Accomplishment Deep Devotion Interest Yourself
Learn the rules, and then forget them.
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Forget Inspirational Learning Rule
A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
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Dreams Summer Warrior
Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.
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Dreams Greatness Summer
At the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water.
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Pond Sound Water
I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
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Eat Fast Glory Morning Myself
Traveler’s heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
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Fire Heart Place Travel
Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice.
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Awake Ice Night Sound Water
Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
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Animal Character Deep Face Reveal
The journey itself is my home.
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Home Journey Myself
I hope to have gathered To repay your kindness The willow leaves Scattered in the garden.
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Garden Hope Kindness Pay
He who creates three to five haiku poems during a lifetime is a haiku poet. He who attains to completes ten is a master.
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Creation Life Master Poem Poet Time Writing
Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
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Home Insect Rain Spring
Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
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Calm Rock Serene Sound
April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
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Balance Butterfly Leaves
Don’t imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
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Fruit Imitation Myself
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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Empty Intimate Relationship Unique Universe
Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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Age Float Time World

April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.

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