Do not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.
MATSUO BASHOWinter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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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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Learn the rules, and then forget them.
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Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
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With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
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There came a day when the clouds drifting along with the wind aroused a wanderlust in me, and I set off on a journey to roam along the seashores
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Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
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Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
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Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice… Or backyard love?
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Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
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Traveler’s heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
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A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
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Breaking the silence Of an ancient pond, A frog jumped into water – A deep resonance.
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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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Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
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Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice.
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Without bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance all over the world?
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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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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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A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
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Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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Old dark sleepy pool… Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!
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How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
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Make the universe your companion, always bearing in mind the true nature of things-mountains and rivers, trees and grasses, and humanity-and enjoy the falling blossoms and the scattering leaves.
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