How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
MATSUO BASHOClapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
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The journey itself is my home.
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Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
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Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
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A flute with no holes is not a flute.
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He who creates three to five haiku poems during a lifetime is a haiku poet. He who attains to completes ten is a master.
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Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.
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Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.
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Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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Old dark sleepy pool… Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!
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Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
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Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
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Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
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