A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
MATSUO BASHOCome, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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The basis of art is change in the universe.
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The moon and sun are travelers through eternity. Even the years wander on. Whether drifting through life on a boat or climbing toward old age leading a horse, each day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
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Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
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A flute with no holes is not a flute.
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On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
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Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
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Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
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Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
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Traveler’s heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
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Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
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The desire to break the silence with constant human noise is, I believe, precisely an avoidance of the sacred terror of that divine encounter.
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Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.
MATSUO BASHO






