Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
MATSUO BASHOHe who creates three to five haiku poems during a lifetime is a haiku poet. He who attains to completes ten is a master.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.
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Old pond, frog jumps in – plop.
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An autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.
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Seek not the paths of the ancients; Seek that which the ancients sought.
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When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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Traveler’s heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
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Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
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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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Come, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.
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The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.
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A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
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Don’t imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
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All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
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Friends part forever wild geese lost in cloud.
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