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Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.

Matsuo Basho

Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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Cry Death Flower
I hope to have gathered To repay your kindness The willow leaves Scattered in the garden.
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Garden Hope Kindness Pay
From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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Fall Food Tree
Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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Day Destination Home Journey
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
This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
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Autumn Disappear Growth Myself Old
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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Companion Humanity Leaving Mindset Mountain Universe Wisdom Yourself
The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
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Bright Burn Moon One Liner
The journey itself is my home.
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Home Journey Myself
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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Beginning Lonely Master Myself Poem
Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
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Existence Plant Rope Twisted
Seek not the paths of the ancients; Seek that which the ancients sought.
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Journey Path Seek Wisdom
Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
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Bloom Flower Poverty Truth
Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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Beginning Dawn Hands Moon Summer
Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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Age Float Time World
Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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Moon Myself Night Water

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