With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
MATSUO BASHOWhy so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice… Or backyard love?
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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An autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.
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A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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Learn how to listen as things speak for themselves.
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Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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The basis of art is change in the universe.
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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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Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.
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Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
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Old pond, leap-splash – a frog.
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Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
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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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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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Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
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Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
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From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo.
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