This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
MATSUO BASHOThe sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
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From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
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On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
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April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
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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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Traveler’s heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
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Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.
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A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
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Friends part forever wild geese lost in cloud.
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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 sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
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