Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
MATSUO BASHOClapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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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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Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
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Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.
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Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
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Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
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Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
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All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
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There came a day when the clouds drifting along with the wind aroused a wanderlust in me, and I set off on a journey to roam along the seashores
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Learn the rules, and then forget them.
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Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo.
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Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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An autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.
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Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
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