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Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.

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I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.
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Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
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Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
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Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.
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Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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Learn the rules, and then forget them.
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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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April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
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From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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Old pond, frog jumps in – plop.
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The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
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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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The basis of art is change in the universe.
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Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.
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Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
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Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
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Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
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Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
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Come, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.
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