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Matsuo Basho

Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?
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End Fan Myself Old Summer
The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
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Bright Burn Moon One Liner
Come, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.
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Animal Butterfly Togetherness
There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.
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Flower Moon Nature See Thinking Yourself
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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Bone Cold Deep Fragrance Nature Perfume World
Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
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Bloom Flower Poverty Truth
The universe and its beings are a complementarity of empty infinity, intimate interrelationships, and total uniqueness of each and every being.
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Empty Intimate Relationship Unique Universe
Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice… Or backyard love?
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Cat Love Starve
Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.
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Dreams Greatness Summer
Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
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Enough Hide Order See
A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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Memories Skeleton
Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.
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Moon Myself Night Water
How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
MATSUO BASHO

Face Flower God Myself See
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.
MATSUO BASHO

Breathe Compose Dangerous Enemy Fall Hairs Mindset Tree Writing
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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Knowledge Learning Leaving Nature Wisdom Yourself
Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
MATSUO BASHO

Beginning Dawn Hands Moon Summer

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