Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.
MATSUO BASHOHow I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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Friends part forever wild geese lost in cloud.
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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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With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
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Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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Don’t imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
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Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.
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The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.
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The fact that Saigyo composed a poem that begins, “I shall be unhappy without loneliness,” shows that he made loneliness his master.
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Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice.
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A flute with no holes is not a flute.
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There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.
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Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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Learn how to listen as things speak for themselves.
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Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
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Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
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Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
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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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Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.
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All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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At the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water.
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When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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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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The basis of art is change in the universe.
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