April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
MATSUO BASHO
Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
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This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
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From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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Learn how to listen as things speak for themselves.
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At the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water.
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With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
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Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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The journey itself is my home.
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Friends part forever wild geese lost in cloud.
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Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
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Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
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Traveler’s heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
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Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
MATSUO BASHO