Traveler’s heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
MATSUO BASHOFarewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
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How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
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At the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water.
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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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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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Come, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.
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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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Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
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A flute with no holes is not a flute.
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Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
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Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
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Do not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.
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Old pond, frog jumps in – plop.
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The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
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Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.
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Friends part forever wild geese lost in cloud.
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Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice.
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Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!
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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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Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.
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Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
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Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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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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There came a day when the clouds drifting along with the wind aroused a wanderlust in me, and I set off on a journey to roam along the seashores
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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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