Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
MATSUO BASHOSpring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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Not to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
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Old pond, frog jumps in – plop.
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The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.
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Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
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The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
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April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
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At the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water.
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Before enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water. After enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water.
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Come, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.
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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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The haiku that reveals seventy to eighty percent of its subject is good. Those that reveal fifty to sixty percent, we never tire of.
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How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
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Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.
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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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