Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
MATSUO BASHOMake 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.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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I hope to have gathered To repay your kindness The willow leaves Scattered in the garden.
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Before enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water. After enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water.
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Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!
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Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
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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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Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice… Or backyard love?
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Do not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.
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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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Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.
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I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
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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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From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
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