The haiku that reveals seventy to eighty percent of its subject is good. Those that reveal fifty to sixty percent, we never tire of.
MATSUO BASHOSummer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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Do not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.
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Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
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Old pond, leap-splash – a frog.
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Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
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Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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Old pond, frog jumps in – plop.
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An autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.
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The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
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Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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The journey itself is my home.
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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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I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.
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Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.
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Seek not the paths of the ancients; Seek that which the ancients sought.
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