How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
MATSUO BASHOA weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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At the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water.
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The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
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This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
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Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
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On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
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When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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Don’t imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
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Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
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Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
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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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A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
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How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
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Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice.
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I hope to have gathered To repay your kindness The willow leaves Scattered in the garden.
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Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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