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Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.

Matsuo Basho

Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
MATSUO BASHO

Beginning Dawn Hands Moon Summer
Breaking the silence Of an ancient pond, A frog jumped into water – A deep resonance.
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Break Deep Frog Resonate Silence Water
Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.
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Deep Seek Teaching Wisdom
Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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Age Float Time World
Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.
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Dreams Greatness Summer
A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
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Dreams Summer Warrior
I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.
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Air Home Quite Sleep
Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.
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Autumn Break Up End Leaving Myself Relationship Yourself
A flute with no holes is not a flute.
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Deep Instrument One Liner
Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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Cry Death Flower
Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
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Flower Pain See True World
Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
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Drop Spring Tree
The fact that Saigyo composed a poem that begins, “I shall be unhappy without loneliness,” shows that he made loneliness his master.
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Beginning Lonely Master Myself Poem
The haiku that reveals seventy to eighty percent of its subject is good. Those that reveal fifty to sixty percent, we never tire of.
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Goodness Hide Mystery Poem Reveal
From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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Fall Food Tree
Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!
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Age Fresh Mountain Nature Spring Time World

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