Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
MATSUO BASHOWinter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
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For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.
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A flute with no holes is not a flute.
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When composing a verse let there not be a hair’s breath separating your mind from what you write; composition of a poem must be done in an instant, like a woodcutter felling a huge tree or a swordsman leaping at a dangerous enemy.
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When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
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Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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The journey itself is my home.
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Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
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The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.
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Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.
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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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Traveler’s heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
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