Old dark sleepy pool… Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!
MATSUO BASHOOld dark sleepy pool… Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!
MATSUO BASHOReal poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.
MATSUO BASHOApril’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
MATSUO BASHOThe 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.
MATSUO BASHOFresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!
MATSUO BASHOLearn the rules, and then forget them.
MATSUO BASHOSpring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
MATSUO BASHOFrom the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo.
MATSUO BASHOI felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.
MATSUO BASHOGo to the object. Leave your subjective preoccupation with yourself. Do not impose yourself on the object. Become one with the object. Plunge deep enough into the object to see something like a hidden glimmering there.
MATSUO BASHODo not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.
MATSUO BASHOThere 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
MATSUO BASHOI am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
MATSUO BASHOOld pond, frog jumps in – plop.
MATSUO BASHOWithout bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance all over the world?
MATSUO BASHOThe desire to break the silence with constant human noise is, I believe, precisely an avoidance of the sacred terror of that divine encounter.
MATSUO BASHO