Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
MATSUO BASHOAwakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
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When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
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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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This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
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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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A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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Old pond, leap-splash – a frog.
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Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!
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Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice… Or backyard love?
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Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.
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Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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The haiku that reveals seventy to eighty percent of its subject is good. Those that reveal fifty to sixty percent, we never tire of.
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First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
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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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