Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
MATSUO BASHOCome out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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Old pond, leap-splash – a frog.
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I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.
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Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
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First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
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Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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At the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water.
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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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Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.
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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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Old pond, frog jumps in – plop.
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The journey itself is my home.
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Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!
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A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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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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Old dark sleepy pool… Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!
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