Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
MATSUO BASHOAn autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.
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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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Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
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Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!
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Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
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An autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.
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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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Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.
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For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
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No matter where your interest lies, you will not be able to accomplish anything unless you bring your deepest devotion to it.
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All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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Go to the pine if you want to learn about the pine, or to the bamboo if you want to learn about the bamboo. And in doing so, you must leave your subjective preoccupation with yourself. Otherwise you impose yourself on the object and you do not learn.
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