Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
MATSUO BASHOAround existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
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The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
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Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
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Don’t imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
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Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice… Or backyard love?
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Traveler’s heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
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Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
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There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.
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The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
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A flute with no holes is not a flute.
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Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
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Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?
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A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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