How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
MATSUO BASHOSpring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
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Traveler’s heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
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Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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Friends part forever wild geese lost in cloud.
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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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April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
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Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
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Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
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Go 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.
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A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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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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Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
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When composing a verse let there not be a hair’s breath separating your mind from what you write; composition of a poem must be done in an instant, like a woodcutter felling a huge tree or a swordsman leaping at a dangerous enemy.
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