How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
MATSUO BASHOThis autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
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The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
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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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Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
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For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
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Learn the rules, and then forget them.
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The journey itself is my home.
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This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
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The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
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The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.
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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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When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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Old dark sleepy pool… Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!
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From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo.
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