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Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.

Matsuo Basho

Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice.
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Awake Ice Night Sound Water
Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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Cry Death Flower
Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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Beginning Dawn Hands Moon Summer
How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
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Desire Flower Moon Myself
Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.
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Dreams Greatness Summer
Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.
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Better Choice Leadership Life Original Poetry Reality Write
Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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Moon Myself Night Water
Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
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Bloom Flower Poverty Truth
For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
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Flower Food Love Poverty Togetherness
Don’t imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
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Fruit Imitation Myself
An autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.
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Autumn Life Night Thinking Yourself
The journey itself is my home.
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Home Journey Myself
Come, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.
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Animal Butterfly Togetherness
At the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water.
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Pond Sound Water
Go to the pine if you want to learn about the pine, or to the bamboo if you want to learn about the bamboo. And in doing so, you must leave your subjective preoccupation with yourself. Otherwise you impose yourself on the object and you do not learn.
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Knowledge Learning Leaving Nature Wisdom Yourself
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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Age Deep Destiny Forever Home Journey Life Moon Old Sun Time Travel

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